Xi and Sui clutched their heads in agony, while Qin Fen carefully examined Revelation. This thing was far from ordinary. Quite a few people had their eyes on it—not the one in his hands, but the genuine article Benedict V possessed. It had to be extraordinary. That was right, Qin Fen believed this was a set Grant had made as a gift. Otherwise, how could Benedict V possibly have given it to him? It was a treasure, and not even a personal one—it was the sect's wealth.
But the Revelation parchment in his hands really was genuine. Qin Fen paid no attention to Sui and Xi's feelings. After studying Revelation for a while, he set it aside and rubbed his temples.
"Something seems to be about to happen lately, but I can't put my finger on it. The Demon Tribe got involved in Jingwei's affair, so could those people still be around? There's another question. Jingwei's matter was aimed at the Yan Emperor—the Yan-Huang Conflict. Could it really have nothing to do with Xing Tian?"
Qin Fen thought of Old Ox, who had recently been pressured hard by the Roc. The Golden-Winged Roc seemed to be trying to rise in rank. He was no longer satisfied with his current position and had begun challenging the Great Sages.
He had enough strength. What he lacked was fame and territory. What could compare to stomping on another faction's turf? Qin Fen's face darkened. Well then, it really did seem like an organization. The Golden-Winged Roc had clearly come prepared. Wasn't gaining status by taking on a Great Sage—especially the leader of the Seven Great Sages—a worthwhile deal?
Qin Fen picked his nose. "Something's off! The Roc isn't an idiot. He's strong, but he might not be able to contend with the Seven