"What—" Ling Chuwei stammered out, her eyes wide in aghast. "What are you talking about—oh. Oh." She fell into deep thoughts, contemplating. "I haven't been able to find that man after six months. Six whole months. My people have searched high and low for both civilians and cultivators, every nook and cranny, yet they haven't found him yet. There isn't even any trace of him. But what if—what if he is a…" She slowly turned to Shan Duoyin and for a while, both of them stared at each other with the same amount of incredulity.
Could Jingxue-Jun, the most righteous of all, really involve himself with a demonic cultivator?
