Within Biyou Palace, Sect Master Tongtian's voice echoed through the spacious Main Hall.
"You could trap someone to death and never pay for it..."
Daoist Duobao stood below him. Hearing his master's amused rebuke, his doubts only deepened rather than fading.
He raised his head to look at the languid figure upon the Cloud Bed, hesitating to speak.
Sect Master Tongtian seemed to see through his thoughts. He waved a hand, the smile never leaving his face.
"Do you also think your Junior Brother Changqing has taken things too far this time?"
Daoist Duobao fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.
"Master, this disciple is slow-witted. Junior Brother Changqing... what exactly is he trying to do?"
"If anyone else said they wanted to leave the Interception Sect and join the Buddhist School, I would only think they had gone mad."
"But Junior Brother Changqing..."
Daoist Duobao paused, weighing his words.
"He has always acted in unexpected ways, yet he has never loosed an arrow without a target. But this time, I truly cannot understand what benefit this brings to the Interception Sect, or to himself."
Sect Master Tongtian did not answer directly.
He reclined sideways upon the Cloud Bed, propping his chin on one hand while toying with the Little Sword in the other. His gaze was deep and distant, as though it pierced the walls of Biyou Palace and reached far beyond Vulture Peak.
Only after a long while did he speak.
"Duobao."
"Yes, Master."
"What do you think is the most frightening thing about your Junior Brother Changqing?"
Duobao froze.
The most frightening thing?
His cultivation?
His methods?
Or that mouth of his, which could talk the dead back to life?
He considered it, then said solemnly:
"The most frightening thing about Junior Brother Changqing is that