That day.
Guo Tao suddenly knocked on Song Wen's door.
"Junior Brother Extreme Yin, the miasma tide has receded. Today, we are going to the spirit field to take inventory of the Seven-Colored Grass."
Hearing this, Song Wen knew that the disguise of the spirit field should already have been prepared.
He could not help feeling somewhat lost. He did not know how to deal with the upcoming inventory.
If he continued allowing the Yan Family to manipulate him, he would be able to leave the Yan Family alive and preserve his life for the time being.
But if he could not uncover the problem with the spirit field, then once it was exposed, he would surely be implicated. The sect would hold him accountable for dereliction of duty. Once the sect's punishment came down, he would likely be trapped in a predicament where neither life nor death was possible.
Just thinking of the Corpse Demon Sect's horrifying punishments was enough to make Song Wen shudder.
"Could I defect from the sect?"
Before the Corpse Demon Sect discovered the problem with the spirit field, escaping the Corpse Demon Sect first was the only possibility Song Wen could think of that offered even a sliver of survival.
But could he truly evade the Corpse Demon Sect's endless pursuit?
With countless thoughts churning in his mind, Song Wen walked to the door and opened it.
When the originally smiling Guo Tao saw Song Wen looking somewhat troubled, he put on an expression of concern.
"Junior Brother Extreme Yin, what is wrong? Why do you look so worried?"
Song Wen suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone down a blind alley. His excessive anxiety had made him fail to manage his expression properly, and Guo Tao had noticed.
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