Ling Xiao smiled sinisterly. According to his understanding, the senior sister at Han Station was probably... made into a medicine or a puppet by his master.

Now, the two masters and disciples are probably on the verge of falling out.

And what he wants to do is naturally... help them pierce this thin layer of paper, attack his Taoist heart, rob his luck, and then...

Hey hey hey.

With Ling Xiao's current cultivation level, not to mention the two Xuanqing people, even the ordinary God Emperor might not be able to detect his aura.

Therefore, asking about the Immortal Sect is not like the back garden of your own home.

As Ling Xiao's consciousness spread, he easily sensed the wing where Master Han Zhan was.

And whether it's a puppet or refining medicine, I'm afraid Han Zhan's senior sister must be in the hands of his master.

Of course, since this Han Zhan is the son of destiny, I am afraid that in the eyes of his disabled master, he is the real medicine that can help him get rid of his illness.

so…

Ling Xiao stood outside the door, looking through the window at an old man lying on the bed, dying, and a human head soaked in a mud jar next to the bed.

Knew it!!
Chapter completed!