The seven corpses looked as if they had been drained dry, leaving only skeletons.
Strange, eerie.
It's a tactic commonly used by evil spirits.
But what kind of evil cultivator could enter the Cloud Palace and act so recklessly and fearlessly?
Song Tingwan stared intently at the corpse for a long time.
His divine sense was completely swept away.
There was not a trace of demonic energy present.
Shen Zhuochuan also stood beside her. Having experienced the inexplicable entry of demonic energy into her body, he frowned even more warily this time.
After careful examination, no results were found.
"Evil spirits, or some kind of evil magical artifact or monster?" Qin Xi crossed his arms, leaned forward for a couple of glances, and then quickly withdrew his head.
“They have no spiritual energy left.” Baili Xijiang shrank back fearfully.
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji crossed their arms, silently analyzing the situation in their hearts.
Everyone has their own guesses.
"Powerful alchemist Venerable, have you noticed anything?" Shen Zhuochuan turned his head and asked the woman beside him in a gentle voice.
Song Tingwan smiled at him, then shook her head silently with regret.
"He died from the depletion of his spiritual energy, yet there was not a trace of anyone else's presence left behind."
The person who did it was cruel.
He nodded deeply.
This mysterious and unpredictable method is the consistent style of the force operating in the shadows.
Why did they suddenly make their move after lying in wait?
The man glanced sideways at the unusually quiet summit of Yunque.
Presumably, the news that they can't leave the city won't be kept secret for long.
The upheaval at the summit of the Cloud Palace is about to begin.
"What are you thinking about?"
Song Tingwan followed his gaze to the sky, a faint smile curving her lips, a calm expression on her face.
He turned around, his voice deep yet gentle: "Think about how to deal with this completely unpredictable danger."
There was no sign of danger, no indication of any ulterior motive.
besides.
How can we help her get through this danger?
"What's meant to happen will happen, and there will be ways to deal with it. Just face it calmly and follow your heart."
Her voice, as gentle as flowing water, comforted him, and seemed to be speaking to herself as well.
“I think you can investigate from the Demon Clan, and the only one I can think of who can evade the power of the Heavenly Venerable Yun is the Demon Lord.”
He had thought that if he could find traces of demonic energy on the corpse, he would naturally guess that it was the Demon Lord, but there was not a trace at all.
Song Tingwan had no choice but to accept it as her own conjecture and brought up the mastermind behind the two massacres of the city.
She still held onto a faint hope in her heart.
If this matter was just an ordinary, commonplace murder committed by an evil spirit.
Her calamity had not yet arrived.
Her sister and her friends were still thinking about where to go after leaving the Cloud Peak.
Everything was so warm and peaceful.
How could it have come so suddenly?
They still have many promises to keep.
"I will inform Venerable Yun, but for you, protecting yourselves is the priority."
Shen Zhuochuan spoke clearly, word by word, and Song Tingwan couldn't help but laugh.
"If you need elixirs, come to me. As for cultivation... it would be too much trouble for the three venerable ones."
With her Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, all she could offer were elixirs.
"...If I can help, I can lend you Li Guang." Song Siyao remained silent for a long time beside them before speaking with a stern face.
She still remembered the last time this man borrowed Li Guang's things twice.
Song Tingwan glanced at her younger sister and smiled at her.
It seemed unsurprising that the younger sister would offer to help.
Her sister is all talk and no action.
The others followed Song Siyao's words, nodding blankly.
"I...I have a lot of treasures. Call me if you can help!" Qin Xi silently raised her hand.
Baili Xijiang would tell anyone anything if he smiled at his uncle.
Wan Qiji nodded to Shen Zhuochuan and turned to show him the giant sword behind him.
Shen Zhuochuan thanked him with a smile.
He escorted the group back to his residence.
With a wave of his hand, he set up several layers of barriers.
Then another defensive artifact was placed into Song Tingwan's hands.
She opened her palm, and the artifact, like a jade seal, rested quietly in her porcelain-white hand.
The woman looked at him calmly, "And what about you? Do you still have anything to defend yourself with?"
Divine artifacts, such rare existences.
He already had a gun in his hand, and now he left her with the divine seal of defense.
"...I am a dragon." Shen Zhuochuan turned around with a smile.
Physically strong.
Her condition these past two days has been worrying him.
Only by keeping the artifact by her side could he feel at ease to resist all the unknown crises.
After receiving a helpless yet worried smile from her, the man waved to her and headed to the Three Venerable Tower to discuss the city's closure.
Song Tingwan gripped the artifact tightly in her palm, her smile still lingering on her lips, when she turned around and met her sister's furrowed brows.
Behind the younger sister, there were three pairs of curious and teasing eyes.
She suppressed a laugh, stepped forward, raised her hand, and smoothed Ah Yao's eyebrows. "You're always frowning."
"Sister."
The girl's voice was stiff and hard, with a high pitch at the end.
It was a rare sight, more like a complaint or accusation.
It's more like she's being coquettish.
Song Tingwan's eyes crinkled into a smile. "He gave me a magical artifact to save my life. Otherwise, would I have thrown it away?"
Even though she knew her older sister was teasing her, Song Siyao couldn't help but snatch the artifact from her hand and hold it up as if she was about to throw it away.
Song Tingwan neither stopped nor rushed them, and even Qin Xi and the others stood behind her with their arms crossed, watching with smiles, none of them offering any advice or intervention.
Song Siyao was caught in a dilemma: whether to throw it away or not. She turned around and glared at the three people watching the show behind her.
Qin Xi covered her face and turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with her sister.
Baili Xijiang slipped behind his master and looked at her with a grin.
Finally, she and Wan Qiji locked eyes.
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