"Father, I believe this isn't a simple poison or drug, but a curse."
"Gu magic? The old man from Nanling?" Emperor Dagan frowned and thought. The only one who could do this was probably the celestial being from Nanling.
But he didn't have any conflicts with the court?
Thinking of this, Emperor Da Gan asked the monks in the Worship Hall to come and take a look. After all, most of the monks here were Qi cultivators, and they were really weak against curses.
The Fourteenth Prince shook his head and said, "It's probably not witchcraft, but a curse, a curse targeting the soul.
I was aware of the power of the curse, but I also sensed a trace of it impacting my mind.
But it is not very powerful, and it is difficult for a master to detect it.
But for those who have not cultivated their souls, it is a great harm."
The Fourteenth Prince practiced on the fairy island for ten years and knew a lot.
The Dagan royal family can actually find the reason, but they have to wait for the offerings to arrive.
"Grandmaster? Soul?" Thinking of this, Emperor Da Gan suddenly stared at the Eighth Prince.
"Li'er, are you a Xiantian? Or have you also broken through to the Grandmaster level? Why are you fine?"
The eighth prince was stared at by that gaze, as if he was being hunted by some ferocious beast, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
He thought to himself that it was not good, but he did not expect that he would become the most suspicious person.
He was in trouble when the Qiang people assassinated the tenth prince that day, but as long as he was willing to investigate, he could still find out the truth.
But now, it’s really hard to explain.
I'm not a Grandmaster? Why is nothing happening?
Thinking of this, the Eighth Prince didn't know what to say. Why did he always suffer such bad luck?
It feels like eating shit!
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