Duan Rong withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness.
In the dark cave, he opened his eyes.
Duan Rong stood up, and even in the darkness, he was keenly aware of the positions of the four divine statues around him.
Suddenly, he infused True Qi into his palms and shattered the four stone statues, patiently grinding each broken stone block into powder.
At the instant when all four divine statues were ground into powder, he smiled wearily in the darkness.
All traces had been eradicated.
Even if someone traced from Pan Yong's path or from Shang Xiangyu's lead, they wouldn't find any evidence pointing to him.
Moreover, he was just a registered disciple who had joined the sect a little over a month ago—who would suspect him?
Duan Rong walked out of the cave, his steps slightly staggering, his body and mind utterly exhausted.
