"Has something happened to my master?"
Han Feng was not pretending to be confused.
After all, Hu Meiyu had already said so much, and he was still pretending not to know anything.
Not only will it not clear you of suspicion, it will only increase the suspicion against you.
“The wisp of your master’s soul that he left behind in the sect has disappeared, which means that he may have perished in Yellow Maple Valley.”
Situ Changkong's cloudy eyes remained fixed on Han Feng.
"Someone actually killed my master! Ancestor, do you know who it was? I will avenge my master right now."
Han Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to leave the main hall immediately.
"Stop right there!" Situ Changkong shouted. "Even your master is no match for you, so how could you possibly be one?"
"Feng'er, we are all saddened by your master's death, but please don't act impulsively," Hu Meiyu said with a smile.
“Ancestor, my master and I have such a deep master-disciple relationship, yet I cannot avenge him after his death.”
Han Feng clenched his fists tightly, looking like he was ready to fight to the death.
"Don't get agitated right now. The murderer who killed your master hasn't been found yet. If you want to avenge your master, you need to have a target." Situ Changkong sighed.
"I beg you, Ancestor, to avenge my master." Han Feng was still agitated.
"Alright, I understand. You may all leave now." Situ Changkong waved his hand.
Han Feng and Hu Meiyu withdrew from the council hall, leaving only Situ Changkong in the hall.
"His cultivation has already reached the early stage of Core Formation. His cultivation speed is really fast!"
The light in Situ Changkong's eyes began to flicker uncertainly.
"If I hadn't seen his cultivation level, I would have been fooled. It seems that Li Changsheng's death is related to my disciple."
"I never thought that Li Changsheng, who spent his whole life scheming against others, would one day be schemed against to death by his own disciple. Life is truly full of drama."
After thinking it over again, he shook his head again.
"This disciple of Li Changsheng has reached the early stage of Core Formation, but his cultivation level is still too low. I need to reach at least the mid-stage of Core Formation before I can recover to the Nascent Soul stage."
After a long while, Situ Changkong murmured again, "However, nothing is absolute. If he can advance his cultivation to the mid-stage of Core Formation when I possess his body for the second time, it might be worth a try."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again and began to continue cultivating to recover from the injuries caused by the possession.
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