They watched as Li Nantian, whose savage might had blazed to the heavens, vanished into nothing beneath Jiang Li's effortless palm strike.
Lu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed his Dharma Form and formation. His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes shone brightly.
Jiang Li turned around, his Dharma Form slowly receding, though the revived vegetation around him remained lush with life.
He looked at Lu Changfeng and asked curiously, "How did you spot the clues?"
Lu Changfeng smiled and raised one finger. "First, I've read your records, senior brother. Jiang Li, the 'Poison-Hand Medicine Immortal,' acts decisively and would rather break than bend. You are certainly not someone who swallows humiliation to preserve the peace. In that situation, given your temperament, even gravely wounded, you would never have offered no resistance, much less planned to drink poison and let others butcher you at will. Li Nantian was a fiend of the evil path. How could his words be trusted? You shouldn't-and certainly wouldn't-have abandoned resistance merely because of an empty promise."
"Second."
He continued, "You knew a powerful enemy was trailing you with sinister intentions, yet you neither treated your injuries nor concealed yourself. Instead, you continued offering free medical consultations as usual, and even brought me to somewhere as important as the burial ground. It seemed like inviting a wolf into your home, utterly contrary to common sense."
"Third, someone of the standing of a deputy hall master of the Fire-Worshipping Cult's Blazing Flame Hall openly appeared near Chang'an, leading eight cultists with distinctive features. With the Plum Blossom Guards' eyes and ears everywhere, there was no way they wouldn't notice. Had those people slipped in under disguises, that would have been another matter. But they made such a brazen display, and the Inner Guard