Possessed!

This word was like a dagger to the heart, stabbing Su Hongli right in the chest. Memories of an incident he’d suppressed deep within his heart rose unbidden to the forefront of his mind. 

This made him lose control, and his expression was unusually dark and somber.

The elder was instantly stunned; he hadn’t guessed that a mere conjecture would provoke such an intense reaction.

The elderly Daoist thought for a while, then said softly, “Fellow Daoist, this is mere conjecture. It’s possible there’s some other mystery behind this.”

Su Hongli was silent for a while, and his expression gradually returned to normal. His eyes were indifferent once more. “No, I agree with your conclusion. Even if he hasn’t been possessed, he undoubtedly has some secret. Otherwise, he couldn’t possibly have achieved such strength in such a short period of time.”

He then rose, placed his hands behind his back, and stared into the distant night sky. “I’ve always known that I couldn’t afford to leave Ye Yufei’s child alive. Alas, over the years, I’ve always held back on account of the fact that my blood flows through that unworthy descendant’s veins….”

His voice lowered, and his tone was increasingly grave, with an irrepressible chill. “I sta...