Upon hearing these words, a hint of coldness appeared at the corners of Zhiwei's lips, who stood behind Su Qingdai, and his fingertips hidden in his long sleeves moved subtly.
Father... cough, Master indeed predicted this correctly.
The excuse fabricated by Pan Hong is truly flawless. If they hadn't discovered the inside story early, a regular sect disciple would have been drawn in at the mention of retrieving the steward's lost items and clues.
Su Qingdai exchanged a subtle glance with Zhiwei and then displayed an imperious expression, snorting coldly:
"Lead the way! Our steward in the valley didn't die in vain. As a true inheritor, I must see what clue those beasts from the Great Marsh have left!"
"Yes, yes, True Inheritor Su, please, and you esteemed Immortal Masters, please come!"
Pan Hong quickly turned aside and guided the way.
Chenfeng Mountain.
The terrain here is perilous with jagged rocks.
