Inside the Blackstone Monastery.

Elders Yu Wen and Xu Juefang were feeling increasingly uneasy.

By all logic, it seemed absurd to offend another sect over the deaths of a few insignificant disciples. Anyone with a shred of sense wouldn’t escalate matters like this.

Yet, despite knowing this, both of them had been inexplicably anxious for days.

If only we hadn’t taken that Soul-Attracting Grass! they thought. But now, it was too late for regret. They had stolen the herb and killed the disciples. Nothing could change that. So why dwell on it?

Trying to shake off his unease, Yu Wen …