In the courtyard, Liu Siyu was stunned for a moment when Yan Qingchen suddenly voiced his speculation, then continued asking.
"But why would they attack us? The two sects are still negotiating on the surface. Didn't we come here this time precisely to resolve this matter?"
Phantom Sect, a sect that had already clashed with the Yin-Yang Chaos Sect, was not a purely poison-cultivating sect, but it was an exceptionally evil one.
They cultivated all kinds of techniques, and they also possessed a profound legacy in cultivating and refining poisons.
Whether it was the poison pills refined by Laojun Peak, or the various poisons of Spirit Insect Peak and Buli Peak, all were things that made people blanch at the very mention of them.
And now that they had already drawn close to this sect, if such overbearing and incomparably vicious poison had come from Phantom Sect's hand, it was indeed highly possible.
"This sect has always acted mysteriously, with no fixed pattern to speak of. I heard they also repay every grievance tenfold..."
Yet Yan Qingchen, fully on guard at the side, did not receive the sharp blow he had been expecting from the shadows.
After roughly four or five breaths, the deeply suspicious Yan Qingchen finally became basically certain of one thing: the hidden enemy had not infiltrated the courtyard.
This further confirmed the enemy's cultivation realm. They simply feared being discovered by Senior Brother Shen and the other man, so they had chosen a more reliable method.
But there was no denying that these enemies were extremely formidable poison cultivators. One moment of carelessness could easily cost him his life.
In that brief span of time, Yan Qingchen's back had already been soaked with sweat. Being targeted by such people brought invisible pressure far too great to