He didn't suspect that song qingxiao had anything to do with the spirit's disappearance. He only thought that the spirit was probably killed by some kind of power after it was exposed, just like the female spirit that possessed Auntie Wu's body.
"It should be silk." Song qingxiao added.
"You can tell?" Hearing her words, song Changqing could not help but lean forward and stare at her with wide eyes.
However, the sky was dark outside and there was not much light in the carriage. Although he was a martial artist and had good eyesight, he could not see anything after staring for a long time.
The old Daoist looked at song Qing with approval. When he turned to look at his eldest disciple, his expression was not very good. He reprimanded,
"You only have a head, not a brain!"
"Master ..." Song Changqing was scolded for no reason and could not help but scratch his head.
