Yan Shicheng, Shen Suqiu.
These were the two suspects Jiang Che had identified.
But the question at the heart of it all remained a mystery.
As for Autumn Feather-Shen Suqiu-all he had was a flimsy accusation from Li Hongyan. Even Li Hongyan had only heard it from his elders; there was not a shred of solid evidence.
Shen Suqiu was a True Disciple cultivating in seclusion on Jingyan Peak. She had no quarrel with him, had never even met him. Why would she harm him?
As for Yan Shicheng... the suspicion against him was much stronger.
The Stone Cauldron that housed the instance was in his household's Alchemy Room, and the Yan Shicheng of twenty-one years ago had certainly been involved in Li Qiubai's death.
But his motive? His means? His methods?
All unknown.
Why would Yan Shicheng want to harm him? It made no sense.
Surely it could not be over that little mess between Yan We iwan and Senior Brother Guo'er? In that case, he ought to kill Zhang Erguo first!
Surely not. There were plenty of ways to settle a little romantic entanglement. Did it really warrant killing a Registered Disciple of Jingxiao Peak?
Then what other reason could there be?
Still, if he wanted to venture into speculation, there was an angle worth trying.
Instructor Yan was skilled in the Dao of Alchemy, and the Stone Cauldron was used to refine pills.
Twenty-one years ago, his Dao companion's life had hung by a thread; twenty-one years later, he had a daughter born with a congenital deficiency, frail and sickly.
Then there was Li Qiubai, whose root bone and comprehension were both exceptional. He had achieved full aperture at a young age and stood on the verge of qi refining.
And Jiang Che himself had outstanding talent,