Not far from the entrance to the Daoist Profound Alliance's Secret Realm!
On a mountain peak!
An old man in a yellow Daoist Robe danced with a treasured sword in his hand, circulating the magic power within his body in a strange posture.
Vast streams of magic power poured forth, drawn toward a rune flickering with black and red light in the air, spilling out across this stretch of heaven and earth.
A life talisman flickered within it.
The life talisman belonged to He Pingsheng.
The old Daoist was naturally Jade Virtue.
Using a bloodline to locate its source was an ancient secret art passed down from long ago, one seldom used in the Cultivation World.
Ordinarily, there was simply no need for it.
This secret art could pinpoint the source within a radius of two thousand li.
Jade Virtue had cast it here because he wanted to see whether He Pingsheng was still inside the Secret Realm.
If he was, its two-thousand-li range would be enough to detect him.
Unfortunately, he detected no trace of He Pingsheng.
In other words, He Pingsheng was not inside the Secret Realm.
Then when had he come out?
Jade Virtue's brow furrowed.
The moment his granddaughter died, he had flown to the Secret Realm's entrance and repeatedly confirmed with others that no cultivators had teleported out during that time.
That meant He Pingsheng had remained inside the Secret Realm afterward, yet now he was gone.
Clearly, he had left with another sect.
A disguise?
Makeup?
In an instant, all sorts of methods flashed through Jade Virtue's mind.
He closed his eyes, sorting through them one by one, speculating and recalling each possibility.
Yet he found not a single thread of a clue.
"Clever brat..." Jade Virtue took a deep breath, a trace of