Fang Chen watched as Hong Qing walked past him. His demeanor was indifferent, lifeless, and just like the other paper figures. There was no distinction.0

After serving the true disciples with fruits and wine, he turned and stood in the corner of the banquet hall with the other paper figures, quietly awaiting further instructions.0

If he really is Hong Qing... then Senior Brother Qingmu's situation must be just as bad as his, Fang Chen thought, his expression serious.0

It was highly likely that the Grand Elder Qingmu had already been turned into a paper figure through the Spiritual Attachment Technique. Now, Fang Chen couldn’t make direct contact with Hong Qing, or the cultivator who had refined him would detect it immediately. Unless he found a gap in time to take him to the Underworld, but doing so would also alert others.0

Senior Brother Qingmu and...0