More than a dozen rogue cultivators lay dead around the area, seemingly killed here while trying to flee.
Everyone's first reaction was that a barrier had been laid here, yet after Dao Lord Dongcheng walked around twice, he could not sense any barrier at all.
It was the Medicine Gate Master who crouched down, examined several of the dead disciples, and offered an answer.
"They suffocated."
Every corpse had its hands clamped around its own throat, as though enduring some terrible agony. Their eyes bulged, their pupils rolled upward, and they looked as if they had been strangled.
Yet when the Medicine Gate Master examined their necks, he found no injuries at all.
That was why he could only conclude that they had "died of suffocation."
To Dao Lord Dongcheng, however, that conclusion sounded no different from useless drivel.
Suffocation? How had they suffocated? What had suffocated them?
The Medicine Gate Master had explained none of it. Why wouldn't he explain? Because he had done it himself and couldn't very well tell anyone else.
Those were precisely Dao Lord Dongcheng's thoughts at that moment.
Because of this, the look he gave the Medicine Gate Master grew increasingly hostile.
Sensing Dao Lord Dongcheng's hostility, the Medicine Gate Master said in sudden realization, "You can't still suspect that I did all this!"
"This entire area is under the Medicine Gate's control. If you didn't do it, who did? Even now, you're still putting on this act. You truly disgust me!
"What? Are you planning to silence every last one of us here? Afraid those vile deeds of yours will be exposed?"
The Medicine Gate Master had long since reached the end of his patience. Looking at this ally whose brains seemed to have been kicked by a donkey, he sneered. "Now I