As night deepened, Li Yan still sat before the window. He repeatedly considered the killer's methods, filtering through everyone present during the day and every word they had said, yet several key points still could not be sorted out.
It was not that Li Yan was eager to meddle in others' affairs. Rather, he admired that method of killing somewhat. It was precisely the kind of method he had always hoped to use. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he never wished to confront others head-on. Meeting force with force was something he would only employ under certain circumstances—for instance, when his abilities far surpassed his opponent's, or when a battle involving many people required a boost in morale. Li Yan preferred to kill without leaving a trace and defeat enemies through ingenuity. Thus, he was greatly interested in what had happened today; to him, it was as important as cultivation.
As Li Yan pondered, his gaze suddenly flickered, and the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile. Someone else is making a move. Although the defensive formations and restrictions in his room had not been activated, his Divine Sense had remained spread out over the courtyard. He knew there were formations in some places outside the courtyard, so his Divine Sense had not extended beyond it. Though he did not know whether the formations of Xuanqing Temple had all been activated, he did not wish for his Divine Sense to accidentally touch one and trigger its restrictions. If he were discovered, trouble would inevitably follow.
Within Li Yan's Divine Sense, the hunched old man had turned into a wisp of pale smoke and vanished from his room. In the next instant, he appeared beneath a large tree in the courtyard. His figure was exceedingly blurred, nearly melding with