The ancient man inspected every inch of the water, he examined the lingering will of the Rain Dragon, he checked the surrounding mountains, but there was no living person left. There was no hidden Devil cultivator and there was no demonic formation.
Nothing remained except the lake itself.
The old man quietly stroked his beard. "Even if the Rain Dragon was once an enemy, it was still a noble beast."
His gaze settled upon the restless waters. "There is no way a Devil's aura should originate from there."
His expression grew thoughtful as the contradiction bothered him. He trusted his own perception and he also trusted the records of the sect. But right now, the two directly opposed each other.
Silence filled the cave once again.
The old man remained seated for several long minutes before finally raising one hand. A small crimson talisman appeared between his fingers. Unlike ordinary communication talismans, this one contained no inscriptions upon its surface.
