Qin Zhao furrowed her brows, feeling that something was amiss.
If it were a god, why would they resort to such dark and eerie means?
"Do you remember who it was?"
Nan Xian held the Changyuan Sword, pondering why this Dharma Seal felt familiar to him.
But in the end, he shook his head.
"I can't recall. After my ascension, I still had to work and dealt with many evil and crooked paths. Just one Dharma Seal isn't enough to identify him."
Qin Zhao sighed, hoping not to encounter that person again, especially since Xu Zhiwei had already handled it.
She carefully wrapped the gauze around Chu Yan's neck wound, unsure how it had happened.
Could it be that after they had fainted, the person behind the scenes had tried to stab him with a sword too?
