Cinian only then realized there was such a situation. He slightly nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "In that case, it is indeed a bit strange."
Suddenly, it seemed that a thought crossed his mind. His eyes flickered coldly. "Shandu, did you notice anything unusual about Master Ji yesterday? A slight trace of frostbite poison on his body?"
"Master Ji, yes, I noticed it," Shandu replied, nodding. "That poison is unusual. I can feel that Master Ji's spiritual power has been stagnating."
"One person has been poisoned by the frostbite, and the other has just entered closed-door meditation—such a coincidence," Cinian said, his expression turning grave.
Nanli felt her heart being pulled down, as if it were being dragged somewhere far below.
"Yunxiao Peak's master should know about the feud between Qingwu and me. Moreover, he has helped me several times before, so it seems likely that he was discovered by Master Ji and was plotted against," Nanli explained with a heavy heart.