“Something’s not right.” Su Yi suddenly furrowed his brow.

Ning Sihua’s heart had already been quivering, and when she heard this, she stiffened. “Fellow Daoist, did you sense something out of place?”

Su Yi asked, “If you were Bai Changhen, and you knew that nourishing your sword with your body had a high risk of your weapon turning on you, wouldn’t you take precautions?”

“Of course I would,” said Ning Sihua without so much as pausing to think.

As the third generation leader of the Immortals’ Sword House, given Bai Changhen’s temperament and wisdom, how could he possibly have been ignorant of the risks of nourishing his sword with his body?

“That implies that Divine Misfortune didn’t attack Bai Changhen out of nowhere,” said Su Yi. “Something else must have happened, which gave Divine Misfortune an opportunity to exploit.”

Ning Sihua’s hair stood on end.

The culprit behind Bai Changhen’s death, and the one who’d brought ruin to the Immortals’ Sword House, wasn’t just Divine Misfortune?

The thought was unquestionably terrifying!

It was then that Su Yi gazed at the top of the palace.

The palace was extremely grand and vast, and its roof was a dome like an...