Then, Lio Han began asking the others present.
"Did anyone see anything?"
"Nothing."
"I arrived afterward."
"I don't know either."
"He was already like that when I saw him."
"Could it be poison?"
"Or some secret technique?"
"Perhaps a spiritual attack..."
Everyone gave the same answer. No one knew. No one understood. No one could help.
That was when something happened.
Something that only Kyrian saw.
On the other side of the street, among dozens of people, a figure stood near a stall.
Almost invisible amidst the crowd. Their clothes were dark. Their face was partially hidden beneath a hood.
Their posture was relaxed, like someone who was merely observing.
And at that instant...
Something flew.
A line so faint it was almost nonexistent, so thin that it would have been impossible for an ordinary person to see.
Even many cultivators, even those with keen eyesight, would not have noticed it.
But Kyrian's eyes caught it. A needle. An extremely thin needle.
