In the corner of the painting, two figures stood quietly watching from afar, seemingly the instigators of all this.
"I can't understand it, is it a scene of some ritual failure?"
Bai Ling asked in confusion.
"Cousin, your painting is a bit abstract..."
Pan Wendi scratched his head, feeling equally puzzled.
Fang Cheng's pupils slightly constricted.
The altar in the painting was exactly like the bone altar he saw in the Xuanzhen Mystic Realm.
Even the twisted human face bore some resemblance to Xuanzhen.
"The scenes Chu Qiao painted, I've seen them."
Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then simply explained a bit about what happened in the Xuanzhen Mystic Realm.
Pan Wendi and Bai Ling understood upon hearing this.
Lin Chuqiao rubbed her forehead to relieve the tension after using her ability, then sighed:
"It seems my premonition was right, while we were dealing with Xuanzhen's physical form, another group found his lair used for anchoring the Divine Soul."
