The dust settled, and moonlight spilled into the Golden Bowl.
Monk Guan Zhi still had his fangs, claws, and Demon Body, but all his strength had been sealed away. He lay on the ground like an aged wolf on its last legs, his cloudy yellow eyes still filled with deep unwillingness.
Xie Jinhuan stood ahead with one hand behind his back and his lance held crosswise. His Silver-Scaled Dragon Horns gradually faded, his silhouette resembling a divine general from the heavenly palace. His gaze swept the boundless wilderness, but even after a long while, he found no trace of anyone else.
By Xie Jinhuan's reckoning, there were probably only three people in the world capable of starting an epidemic to set a trap for Monk Guan Zhi while also tampering with things near him without being discovered: the Corpse Ancestor, Yang Huaxian, and Shang Lianbi.
According to the intelligence, the Corpse Ancestor had come to the Western Regions with Mao Chunniang and the others, making them the likeliest culprit, but their current cultivation seemed a little short of what was needed. And after emerging, the Corpse Ancestor's first goal would certainly be to return to their peak. Even Xie Jinhuan was extremely interested in how they would recover, let alone Ancestor Huaxian and Shang Old Devil, who were desperately searching for ways to advance.
If those two discovered the Corpse Ancestor's intentions, it would be impossible for them not to become curious.
Xie Jinhuan still did not know which of the two was secretly setting the trap, but he could be certain that he would not be able to capture the Corpse Ancestor before everything came to light. After all, catching the Corpse Ancestor would be like smashing the cooking pot-then nobody would get to eat...
That was why the