True Person Zixian's face turned ashen as he thought. He quickly brought over a basin of clear water and dropped the spirit tablet into it.
The water rippled several times, revealing an image veiled in mist.
"The Yin Domain..."
He tried to look closer, but ghostly qi churned through the Yin Domain, leaving him unable to make anything out.
Anger seized Zixian. He shouted, "Whoever you are, do not harm my disciple!"
His roar thundered beside Tang Changsheng's ears. It seemed to come from an immense distance, yet also from right next to him.
Hmph. If you can save him, come and do it. If you can't, what good is yowling like a blind cat? Tang Changsheng sneered, but did not dare say it aloud for fear of being heard.
The sword in his hand showed no mercy. It swept across Daoist Yulang's throat, sending blood spraying.
Tang Changsheng had intended to kill him to silence him all along. He was hardly going to let Daoist Yulang go back and report his misdeeds.
All the more so now that True Person Zixian had acted in such a furious panic.
Even if Tang Changsheng spared Daoist Yulang now, no one would thank him for it.
And there are so many Black-Clad Men. I can't hide this. Zixian will find out soon...
Tang Changsheng knew that if Daoist Yulang had been alone, he might have been able to conceal what had happened. But dozens of Black-Clad Men had accompanied him. Though they had all been laid out on the ground, there was no hiding whom they had been sent after.
That did not matter. Without proof against him, this would cease to be a betrayal of the Immortal Sects and become a private feud with Primordial Yang Abbey and True Person Zixian...