"What's going on? Why has my connection to the Three-Passage Gu been severed?"
Hu Shan formed hand seals, but even after a long while, he received not the slightest response. His eyes grew increasingly dark and vicious, revealing a chilling malice.
Li Hua stood beside him, secretly astonished.
This man could actually curse a member of the Ning Family's direct lineage to death from such a vast distance. Startled, he shifted his feet back without drawing attention, quietly putting some distance between himself and Hu Shan.
The path of curse shamanism was far too sinister and aberrant. A member of the Ning Family's direct lineage had been implanted with a Gu without a sound, without noticing a thing. Li Hua knew he had no means of resisting such methods.
It was better, then, to keep his distance and stay wary.
Seeing Hu Shan's expression grow increasingly anxious, with a hint of ferocity emerging, Li Hua could not help speculating:
That Gu seems crucial to him. Could it be... closely tied to all his curse arts?
On second thought, he shook his head.
Curse inscriptions were vital to the path of curse shamanism—things as precious as life itself. How could anyone casually use one to curse a mere Aperture Opening cultivator to death? Even if the target belonged to the Ning Family's direct lineage, it still would not warrant that.
Hu Shan should not have been that stupid.
Seeing him still anxiously forming hand seals, Li Hua pondered briefly before offering a reminder. "The Ning Family has a Thunder Cultivator, and he cultivates Li Thunder, at that. Could your Gu Worm have been slain by his thunder arts?"
At these words, Hu Shan's brow furrowed even more deeply.
Li Thunder cultivators were exceedingly rare. He had always taken considerable pride in