"Damn, we've been found out so quickly."
As Qin Jianfu retrieved a candle from the southeast corner and turned back, Gui couldn't help but think to himself.
However, what made his mood plummet further was the disfigured old Confucian scholar lowering his head and cautiously sniffing the candle.
It turned out to be a precaution already taken.
The Sword Spirit frowned.
Trying to tamper with the candle, adding some scent or poison to let an experienced Golden Core Realm old monster fall for it, was extremely difficult.
So... Zhao Rong's possible scheme is not in this white candle?
The candle is just an ordinary candle, not his turning point?
Just like the blood circle drawn on the ground, it's merely a tactic to confuse Qin Jianfu and distract him?
In the Heart Lake, the Purple-clothed Sword Spirit was both perplexed and anxious.
At this moment, its head turned sharply, looking at the adjacent calm Heart Lake, still largely dominated by that dazzling calmness and composure.
