Looking at Master Xuanji's dried corpse, Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel a certain indescribable sensation in his heart at this moment.
Plotting against the Taiqing Sect's Pocket World?
Cooperating with Cangyan Daoist Palace to play with fire?
Using means to restrain Sikong Yan?
Plans can never keep up with changes; perhaps even he hadn't imagined that he would fall here so simply?
Isn't the Phecda Sect known for divination and deduction? Didn't you give yourself a reading before coming in?
Zhou Qing shook his head, then looked at the storage bag at his waist, able to touch it, but unable to take it away.
Perhaps secrets regarding the Cangyan Daoist Palace were inside, who knows.
No, such things would surely be stored within the sect, how could they be carried so lightly on one's person.
Are you not aware of your own power level?
