"Are you-are you cursed or something?"
Within his Spiritual Platform, the Eerie Voice could not help speaking, its tone filled with inexplicable shock.
Shen Fu's face darkened at those words.
He swept a wary glance around.
Then he protested:
"I didn't do this!"
"That's why I said you're cursed! Last time was the same-no, this time was even worse. At least one Holy Son survived last time. This time, not a single one!"
The Eerie Voice was filled with mixed feelings:
"Once, and then twice... boy, you haven't been hiding your identity from me, have you?"
"You look like cannon fodder at the bottom of the cultivation world, but you're actually a chosen son of destiny..."
Shen Fu's face darkened further.
He wanted to argue, but even his own defense felt rather feeble.
He could only snort and say with a frown:
"This really has nothing to do with me. They simply grabbed other cultivators without understanding their backgrounds and suffered the backlash themselves."
The Eerie Voice gave a scoff:
"Of course I believe that, but do you think the Primordial Demon Sect will? Will that master you picked up believe it?"
Shen Fu's brows furrowed even deeper:
"What are you trying to say?"
The Eerie Voice sneered:
"Do I really need to spell it out? I don't believe you can't figure it out yourself."
Shen Fu fell briefly silent, a trace of heaviness flashing through his eyes.
Although he had no good impression of any of those three Holy Sons.
He knew very well how great a storm the deaths of three Holy Sons at once would stir within the sect.
Yet he, the sole survivor, had escaped completely unscathed. However one looked at it, something seemed wrong.
What troubled him even more was:
"Why did those four Nascent