The Spiritual Power was so immense that it sent a chill down everyone's spine. The weaker disciples of Lengqiu Palace trembled uncontrollably as the Spiritual Power swept over them. Some even collapsed, their legs giving out, and would surely fall gravely ill from the ordeal.
The wave of Spiritual Power came as quickly as it went, but in that brief instant, it had already scanned the entire main peak of Lengqiu Palace, finding nothing out of the ordinary.
Everyone the Spiritual Power had scanned was a disciple of Lengqiu Palace…
In mid-air, an old man in gray robes with deep-set eyes, his pupils glowing with a faint purple light, stood with his brows tightly furrowed, his face a mask of rage. He muttered to himself, 'How is this possible? There were no intruders, so how could a fire start? And where in the hell did that damned bastard hide? With my Spiritual Power, it's impossible that I couldn't find him! Could it be... the work of a disciple from within the Sect?'
