Chapter 1123 - Condition
That vow was no different from swearing on his soul. Heaven etched his words into fate, and if he lied, the consequences would forever haunt his cultivation.
"Then tell me, who poisoned my grandfather?" Liu Wuxie asked coldly. The atmosphere turned frigid as murderous intent swept from him like a blade of ice.
"It's best if you don't know," the black-robed figure said. He didn't refuse out of reluctance. He refused because he didn't want Liu Wuxie to know.
"It sounds more like you don't dare say it," Liu Wuxie retorted. Without proof, he couldn't believe a word the figure said.
"Believe it or not, you'll understand in time," the black-robed figure replied, refusing to say more.
"You expect me to trust someone hiding their face?" Liu Wuxie narrowed his eyes and activated the Ghost Eye again, trying to pierce the obscuring veil.
The energy ripples around the black-robed figure began trembling. Liu Wuxie's Ghost Eye, now far stronger after absorbing the Ghost King's laws, was starting to break through them.
Many cultivators had reached halfway up the altar and were just as curious about the mysterious black-robed figure's identity.
The chaos had already begun, exposing the Golden Cauldron Pavilion's secrets. Amidst the earlier chaos, Liu Wuxie and others searched the soul seas of many cultivators. The pavilion master could no longer hide everything.
To control this, many experts across the Central Plains required unimaginable power. Most sects couldn't achieve it; only the two great academies could even come close.
Moreover, their forces deployed the cultivators in no fixed pattern and scattered them throughout the Central Plains. This allowed the Golden Cauldron Pavilion to gather an entire army at a moment's notice.
"Curious about me?" the black-robed figure asked with a teasing tone.