Plans

Wen Xu shook his head. "Actually, when we saved that man parasitized by the evil seed at the inn, I already had some suspicions about his identity. So when we split up that day, I made a special trip to Clearheart Hall."

There was more to this?! Bian Chunchou's eyes widened. How had Wen Xu become suspicious?!

"Not a single spirit physician at Clearheart Hall was in the Qi Refining Stage. I just wasn't certain of his identity at the time, so I didn't notify you. I should have told you right away." Rather than not taking it seriously and thinking there would still be time to mention it later.

"And..."

"And?"

"And that day, I went to the slums and learned that handsome young men in Mist Mountain Village had turned into old men with crane-white hair and chicken skin within mere months. I should have become alert and reported it to the sect immediately, instead of thinking of meeting up with you first to discuss it. If I'd sent word in time, perhaps Senior Brother Huang could have arrived in time."

He had underestimated the dangers of the Cultivation Realm too much. One moment of carelessness could cost someone their life. The so-called safety was nothing more than his own wishful thinking. After joining Yonglu Mountain, he had still been far too lax, believing that once he was far from the Mortal Realm, he could relax somewhat. Yet the dangers cultivators faced far exceeded his imagination. Whether for revenge or for his own safety, he needed to cultivate desperately. He could not allow himself even the slightest bit of slackness again.

"Then it's my turn at last, right?" Chen Zui had already finished slicing the meat and was now flourishing the cleaver with such force that it whistled