Old Madam and the experts of the Hanging Bell Sect had all gone to that little courtyard to capture Jing Jiu.
Yet Jing Jiu was at the Star-Catching Tower, more than twenty li away.
Big One finally displayed his feline racial talent, hanging upside down beneath the eaves with the clearly unusual bell clamped in his mouth, ensuring it made no sound.
The sight looked rather comical, but it was actually extremely dangerous. Apart from a Heaven-Connecting Realm guardian like him, what other cat could hold Old Madam's Fate Bell in his mouth like a mouse?
A breeze stirred inside the Star-Catching Tower. Jing Jiu flitted through it like a wisp of smoke, searching for the Formation Core at an unimaginable speed.
Sect Master Chen did not know where the Formation Core was. That was a secret known only to Old Madam, and it was precisely what had allowed her to retain control of the Hanging Bell Sect for decades after her son's death.
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Jiu stopped and looked at a flowerpot by the window.
The pot was porcelain, and an exceedingly rare Three-Night Epiphyllum grew inside it.
Big One had been hanging upside down beneath the eaves, biting the bell for a long time. Drool kept dripping onto his own body, and he had long since had enough. Seeing Jing Jiu staring blankly at that Three-Night Epiphyllum, he could not help thinking furiously, At a time like this, you're still standing there mooning over flowers!
He did not know that Jing Jiu had merely felt, all of a sudden, that there was something odd about this potted flower.
Then Jing Jiu thought of the valuable porcelain pieces in the Duke of Lu's residence that were destined to be destroyed.
He reached out, pulled