"Hongxuan has been staying near the West Gate to recuperate these days. Alas, it's unfortunate. Didn't the outer area of the West Gate suffer a demon beast attack yesterday? It's quite chaotic there now, with many loose cultivators dead or injured... You know, if some unlucky person happened to die there, they might not even find the bones, let alone alert the Lingyin Sect."
Luo Heng lifted his teacup and took a leisurely sip.
His murky gaze fell on Chen Ye, full of naked temptation:
"Although Hongxuan's cultivation has been ruined, his possessions remain. Even though the association took back his treasure armor, he still has other treasures... such as the 'Frost Splendor Record,' which he must still be carrying. If Taoist Friend Chen is lucky, maybe you could find it in some corner?"
"Of course... this old man will naturally have someone accompany Taoist Friend Chen to search."
This was almost a clear indication.
