Dragon Head ignored the Little Marquis and eagerly opened the letter, reading it first.
Beside him, the Female Prophet paused briefly, then politely asked the Little Marquis, "May I have a look at the porcelain bottle?"
"Oh." The Little Marquis was a very simple person. Whenever he encountered a question he couldn't figure out, he simply gave up, never making things difficult for his brain.
The Female Prophet took the porcelain bottle with the Remote Object Manipulation Technique, examined it carefully with her senses, then accurately concluded, "This... this should be a drop of Fellow Daoist Ren Daniú's blood essence from his spirit beast body. But why... why would he leave a drop of his own blood essence in this porcelain bottle?"
She was full of questions. She felt completely unable to follow Ren Ye's train of thought, and naturally couldn't determine the motives behind his actions.
That wasn't to say her brain was necessarily much worse than Little Bad King's. Rather, the clues she currently had, along with her approach and direction of thinking, were entirely different from his. It was just like how no one, however intelligent, could possibly guess what went on inside an idiot's head.
Not far away, Zhang Biyun stared up at Northwest Sky, his gaze puzzled. “I can clearly see that damned azure ox with my own eyes, so why does my perception of his aura... keep coming and going? This kid's aura-concealing technique is remarkably refined.”
"That's not an aura-concealing spell." Nong Zhiwei shook her head.
"Why?!" Although Zhang Biyun was extremely talented and capable, he had come from a minor sect, after all. His knowledge was still far inferior to that of outstanding figures from truly powerful backgrounds.
"He's using destiny," Nong Zhiwei replied calmly, showing no surprise whatsoever at its appearance.