After Ye Qingtang returned to the Temple of Shadows, she went back to her bedroom alone.
The fright she suffered in the two days of coming to the Shadow Temple is really more than the sum of her years.
Walking on thin ice every step of the way, the feeling that life is hanging by a thread is almost gone.
But after Ye Qingtang returned to the dormitory, the hall master who followed Ye Qingtang to the Luo family went to see Ming Death.
At this moment, Ming Zhan was discussing some matters with several clan kings, and when he heard that the Hall Master had returned, he immediately asked him to come in and report.
"Holy Master, are you back?" Ming Zhan asked in a low voice without raising his eyes.
"Yes." Hall Master said.
Ming Zhan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the hall master, but there was no expression on his face, "Tonight, the Luo family must be very lively."
The king of the Raksha clan at the side heard something in Ming Death's words, and immediately asked: "Ming Death, Luo Family's birthday banquet, do you know something? Otherwise, with your temperament, how could you let the Holy Lord come forward? go?"
As far as the Luo family's strength is concerned, they are not worthy of their Holy Master to go in person.
Ming died with an indifferent expression, "Luo Qufeng obtained a fragment of a kung fu book before, and has been practicing it in secret all these years. This method can absorb the cultivation of others and turn it into his own use. If he has practiced for thousands of years, it should be almost the same. , this year's birthday banquet is so fanfare, it should be a conspiracy, how can the Luo family not be lively?"
As soon as Ming Death's words came out, several clan kings immediately understood Ming Death's intentions.
"You knew it a long time ago? That's why... you deliberately let the Holy Master go, and you want to use this to find out the truth?"
Ming Zhan's expression was normal, "I knew it a long time ago? What do I know? I am not from the Luo family, and I am not interested in knowing what they are going to do."
Although Ming Death said so, none of the clan kings present were fools, so they naturally understood what Ming Death meant.
"Above the birthday banquet, is there anything interesting?" Ming Mo turned to ask the hall master.
The hall master immediately told Ming Zhan everything that happened at the birthday banquet.
Death's expression moved slightly.
"You said...Luo Qufeng's cultivation was absorbed by the Holy Lord's demon devouring blood?"
"Yes." The hall master nodded, and then said: "It's just according to the observation of my subordinates, it's not like the Holy Master took the initiative to absorb it, it's more like the demon devoured the blood and absorbed Luo Qufeng's power on its own."
"Not actively..." Ming Zhan tilted his head slightly, propped his face with one hand, and tapped lightly on the handle of the chair with the other finger.
"I see, you go down first."
"Yes." The hall master immediately took the order and retreated.
As soon as the hall master left, the clan kings spoke up.
"Mingde, although the power of the Holy Lord has never been shown in front of us, we are not sure whether she really has the blood of the mutated demon, but it is true that when the demon devours the blood and passively absorbs the cultivation of others Strange, with the strength of the Holy Master, why should it be so? And it was not her intention..." The clan king became more and more suspicious.
"Although the human race had never tampered with the Nine Soul Ring before, it can't explain anything. If someone does it intentionally, she can tamper with it herself." The king of the Meizu clan also said.
The more they looked at the holy master, the more suspicious they felt, but their behavior was very similar to the holy master, and they couldn't distinguish it for a while.
"If you have any ideas, just say it." Ming Zhan said immediately.
"It's nothing to think about, but everyone's purpose is the same. No one can pretend to be the Holy Master. If someone dares to do it, ten thousand deaths will not erase his crime." The king of the Raksha clan said coldly.
Ming Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a gloomy coldness in those dark eyes.
"Naturally, if someone pretends to be the Holy Master, I will let her know how the cruelest torture in this world feels..."
"Your words are enough." Several clan kings looked at each other and immediately had a plan in mind.