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The State Preceptor said sarcastically, “How long do you think you can hide it?”

The old man looked at him calmly. The State Preceptor gestured for him to look to his left, below the altar. The old man looked at it imperceptibly. He met a pair of death-like eyes.

The owner of the eye was hidden in the crowded crowd, dressed in black.

This was an envoy from the Ghost Clan.

Just like sorcery, the Ghost Clan’s envoys were also divided into white envoys and black envoys. The ones carrying out the mission were white envoys. The old man, Ah Wei, and the other two were all white envoys. Once white envoys defected, the Ghost Clan would mobilize black envoys to arrest the white envoys.

The Black Envoy had appeared, which meant that their actions had been known by the King.

Actually, the moment Nangong Li recognized the old man’s identity, the old man had already guessed that there might be such a possibility. However, after Nangong Li stole Asura, the old man did not think that he really had the guts to go to the Ghost Clan to tell on him.

It seemed that Nangong Li did not have the guts, but the State Preceptor did. The so-called seclusion was just a pretense. In fact, he had secretly done many bad things.

The State Preceptor looked behind the old man at Ah Wei and the other two, clearly still immersed in the joy of winning the first round, who had not discovered the Black Envoy, kindly reminded him, “It’s not too late to escape now.”

If he escaped, he would lose this round. There was no expression on the old man’s weathered face. Suddenly, his robe moved and a paper effigy flew out of his sleeve. The State Preceptor tilted his head to dodge, but the paper still cut the material on his shoulder.

“That’s my answer.”

With that, the old man ignored the State Preceptor’s provocation and walked to his cushion to sit down. There were a few tables in front of him, and some strange things were displayed on them.

The most powerful black sorcery was the puppet technique. When the puppet technique was trained to a certain level, it could even control living people. However, that method was too inhumane and had long been banned by the sorcerers.

Today, the two of them chose this method unanimously.

The old man flicked his wide sleeve and brushed the things on the table to the ground. Then, he took out a dagger and calmly placed it on the table.

The State Preceptor sneered. He didn’t have his dagger with him, but he could get it from someone. He gestured, and a guard pulled out the dagger at his waist and placed both hands on his table.

“What are they doing?” Yu Wan asked softly.

Qing Yan narrowed his eyes and said, “They want to use sorcery to control the other party and force them to draw their swords and commit suicide.”

Yu Wan widened her eyes. “They played such a big game the moment they went up?”

Qing Yan was also puzzled. Grandma seemed to want to kill someone. After interacting with Grandma for so long, this was the first time he had seen Grandma want to kill someone. This was really strange. What did that shameless State Preceptor say to Grandma?

The second round of the competition had no time limit until they lost their consciousness under the other party’s sorcery. Although the commoners did not know black sorcery, they understood that this was a fierce battle when they saw the daggers that the two of them took out.

Everyone could not help but become nervous.

The State Preceptor was in his prime, and the old man was in his twilight years. Why did it look like a one-sided crushing?

“Grandma’s condition isn’t right,” Qing Yan said.

“What’s wrong?” Yu Wan asked.

“I can’t say, but… I just feel that he seems to be a little flustered.” Others couldn’t tell, but Qing Yan, Ah Wei, and Yue Gou, who had interacted with Grandma all the way, could more or less feel his abnormality.

Yu Wan asked in confusion, “Was Grandma frightened by the State Preceptor?”

Qing Yan shook his head. ” Logically speaking, that shouldn’t be the case.”

Grandma’s strength was far above the State Preceptor’s, so he shouldn’t be so flustered. Then what was Grandma worried about?

They were not the only ones who were alarmed by the old man’s worries. The State Preceptor also sensed it. After all, he was sitting opposite the old man and could see every cold sweat on his forehead.

The Black Envoy could take his dog life at any time. No wonder he was so uneasy. However, perhaps he would disappoint the Black Envoy. Today, the life of the Ghost Clan’s priest was his!

The two of them closed their eyes and sank their breaths into their dantian. An invisible pressure pressed towards each other.

No one could understand what the two of them were doing, but they could vaguely feel that the atmosphere at the altar had changed. The wind around them seemed to have stopped, and the dagger on the table trembled.

The old man’s body began to sway. The State Preceptor was still sitting calmly.

“Aiya, that old man is probably going to lose.”

“That’s right.”

“Sigh, that’s the State Preceptor. Who can be his match?”