Che Ning walked out of the Ink Pool Forest and gazed toward a distant cliff, pondering.
"Song Yesheng..."
"Shao and Song never appeared in our sect in my previous life. By rights, that should actually rule them out as suspects..."
But now, there were simply too many uncertainties before him.
He was seriously considering whether killing this junior brother would be the safer course...
"Forget it..."
"Che Ning" considered for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.
"I've killed too many suspicious disciples in the sect lately. I should ease off for now. It would be trouble if the elders noticed."
"Now that the Truth-Shaming Brush is in my possession, the spiritual power remaining in the Wandering-Holding Scroll shouldn't last much longer."
An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could not possibly possess the spiritual power or cultivation level needed to sustain a small world. The Wandering-Holding Scroll was simply somewhat special.
Now that the spiritual brush had changed hands, the world within this painting would dissipate on its own in a little while.
Che Ning inwardly regretted the waste.
After all, a Foundation Establishment senior had painted it stroke by stroke with spiritual power. Once the Wandering-Holding Scroll fell into his hands, this place would vanish like smoke, and everything would start again from nothing.
"Wu Zheng..."
He turned another name over on his tongue.
"If Wei Dao still dies this time..."
"Then this person will also be a suspect."
"..."
With the Ink Treasure now in hand, "Che Ning" felt relieved, his thoughts flowing freely.
"I've done all that kindness and duty demand for the Dongyuan Sect. If heaven's decree cannot be defied, I'll have no choice but to flee far away..."
Below Wind-Moon Cliff, Song Yan and his two companions were fighting a Talisman Golem.
Clang!
The Unmoored Boat