The Female Prophet had admired almost no one for their intelligence. Previously, there had only been her father and the successive heads of her family. Now, there was Little Bad King too.
Her admiration certainly did not come from being dazzled by Little Bad King's exceptionally fluent explanation just now and suddenly revising her opinion of him upward. Rather, she felt she had made far too many mistakes in the trial of this Bizarre Disappearance Case. Comparing their performances, she realized just how formidable Little Bad King really was—his attention to detail surpassed even a woman's.
While Little Bad King had been maneuvering around An Mountain Master and the others, she had still been wondering how he had stolen the Myriad Spirits Illustrated Record so easily and smoothly. He was alone, and Medicine Peak was clearly surrounded by ambushes. How had he managed it?
Now, she finally understood.
Everyone knew the Myriad Spirits Illustrated Record was part of the sect's cornerstone treasure. Although it had temporarily been entrusted to An Mountain Master of the Internal Affairs Office to facilitate his work, it was an object of extremely high standing, a divine artifact belonging to the sect as a whole. It could never acknowledge Old An as its master and become his personal magic treasure.
In other words, An Mountain Master could never store the Myriad Spirits Illustrated Record in his consciousness space. He could only carry it with him, and might temporarily set it aside at certain specific times.
But what specific times?
The Female Prophet had visited the underground secret chamber twice and seen Old An's schedule on the desk. She had wondered about it, but had not made it her main avenue of investigation or her means of breaking the deadlock. As a result, she had overlooked its