Inside the cultivation chamber, Li Yan once again went through the jade slips and books. To his disappointment, he still found no useful information.
It seems this was one of the other party's important secrets. He had no intention of recording it and carrying it with him!
Li Yan thought helplessly. He then began inspecting the middle-aged cultivator's other belongings one by one again, excluding that set of formations.
This unwilling search lasted for more than half an hour, yet in the end, all his effort yielded nothing.
Li Yan could only sigh and put everything away.
Then, a strand of Divine Sense shot toward the dark-red blade hanging in the air. The instant Li Yan's Divine Sense touched it, the dark-red blade flew off to one side again.
But under Li Yan's control this time, where could it possibly flee to?
"Whoever you are! You dare touch my things..."
The instant Li Yan's Divine Sense entered the dark-red blade, a cold, indifferent voice immediately rang out within his Divine Sense.
But before the other party could finish, Li Yan remained expressionless. His Divine Sense instantly transformed into a brute force and smashed directly into the lingering Divine Sense imprint.
Bang!
The dark-red blade in the air shook violently, immediately emitting a flash of red light. The unfinished voice abruptly stopped.
It was merely a final ownerless Divine Sense imprint. How could Li Yan possibly show it any courtesy? Besides, it was only a remnant thought of Divine Sense, with no soul available for Soul Search. Destroying it outright was enough.
Once the other party's Divine Sense imprint had dissipated, Li Yan hesitated no longer and immediately began refining this treasure anew.
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a drop of blood onto it. As he raised