Upon carefully analyzing the three divinations, Qin Xuan discovered something strange.
"Something's not right. The sequence of events... it's a trap!"
In half a month, Liu Mobai would invite me. If I agreed to go and observe the ceremony, I would be severely injured.
Then I naturally wouldn't be able to wait for Ye Qingxuan to come and rescue me.
One event was linked to the next.
The same logic applied to staying in seclusion.
Qin Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and a terrifying thought subconsciously surfaced.
'Could it be... that the Venerable planned this?!'
...
「Half a month later. Divine Sword Pavilion, Guest Minister's Villa.」
Bloody clouds cast a crimson glow, bathing the room in a dark red light.
Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, a clear Qi Mechanism faintly circulating around him, completely out of place with the Demon Sect's atmosphere.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, what a refined pastime."
A voice, tinged with a lazy smile, rang out.
