As an observer of everything that had happened, Su Jiu found many questions rising in her heart. She kept feeling that the timing did not quite add up.
Ming Yun was now the same age as her and had the same Cultivation Level, so she should have obtained the ice spiritual root as a child.
Yet judging by the purity of the ice spiritual root in the Enforcement Hall disciple's spirit-draining stone just now, it did not seem as though she had possessed it since childhood. Had she used immortal pool spring water, then?
But if Hong Ming wanted to use Ming Yun to obtain Su Jiu's Fate Pattern, would he have given Ming Yun immortal pool spring water?
Su Jiu shifted her gaze to Hong Ming, now bound by the Spirit-Locking Chain, as though seeking an answer from him.
"Why are you so determined to get my Fate Pattern?"
The sinister smile vanished from Hong Ming's face.
"You don't know? Well, the Heavenly Secret Sect has been growing more and more spineless. Even if their divinations revealed the truth, they wouldn't tell you, for fear of offending the Azure Tide Sect.
"Then let me tell you."
Suddenly, only silence remained in the air. All anyone could see was Hong Ming's malicious smile and his mouth opening and closing without making the slightest sound.
Yet he seemed completely unaware that he could no longer make a sound, and continued speaking.
The smile on his face grew increasingly twisted, making his already ghoul-like face even uglier.
At last, some cultivators could no longer bear to look and turned their gazes away.
By then, Hong Ming seemed to have finally realized something. But with his spiritual qi restrained and the Heavenly Dao's oppressive might still weighing on him, he had not sensed