The entanglement between Quan Yong and Wei Qingcheng did not last long.
Or rather, there had never really been any entanglement between them at all.
From the moment that Note was handed to him, he had already lost the right to refuse.
With the name of the Pivot Court weighing down on him, what room did he, the insignificant Abbey Master of the Peaceful Way Abbey, have to maneuver?
Never mind that he had a means of finding the Secret Seal—even if he did not, he would have had to grit his teeth and search for it.
Now he had been driven into a corner with nowhere left to retreat. His only choice was to use the Clear-Sight Subtlety Mirror.
And once he used that Magical Treasure, the eyes of the other Five Mountains Immortal Sects would come lunging toward him like jackals that had caught the scent of blood.
When that happened, he would no longer be able to conceal the things he had painstakingly hidden all these years.
Li Fuchan had written nothing more than a Note, yet those few scant words had driven him to this point.
Quan Yong sat alone in the quiet chamber, holding the already somewhat crumpled Note, his fingers slowly tightening.
The illusory ripples masking his appearance suddenly shook violently, like stagnant water struck by a stone. The ripples grew fiercer and fiercer until they shattered, inch by inch.
As the ripples faded, they revealed a face so pale it was almost transparent, with jutting cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and a faint bluish-black cast around the eye sockets.
Deep within his pupils, a speck of eerie Jade-Green light slowly revolved, like a wisp of phosphorescent fire drifting up from among the graves, utterly devoid of a living person's warmth.
He stared at the two