Until his last breath, Lu Ming still couldn't understand.
'I hid my intentions so well. How did Fellow Daoist Huaizhong realize I was going to kill him for his treasures?'
Qin Xuan, on the other hand, looked bewildered. He held his Lifebound Copper Sword, feeling the faint wisp of Essence it fed back to him, and fell into deep thought.
'I went to all the trouble of preparing so many countermeasures, and Fellow Daoist Lu was really only at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer?'
He bent down to pick up the Thunder Talisman Lu Ming had prepared. Even this talisman, on which Lu Ming had pinned all his hopes, had power that barely reached the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer.
Qin Xuan looked up, his expression one of wistful disappointment.
'Only after leaving the Holy Sect did I realize… the Cultivators out here are so sincere!'
'It's really unsettling.'
Qin Xuan clicked his tongue and calmed himself down.
