Divining the true culprit's name might cost him a few years of his lifespan, but a Life-Extending Treasure would be enough to compensate for the loss.
Wang Chunfeng took out a pristine white Turtle Shell.
His expression was solemn. He muttered an incantation as his hands formed a seal, and his robes began to flutter without a breath of wind.
The Turtle Shell slowly spun, its surface revealing a series of fine, intricate patterns.
It seemed they were trying to form a name.
But suddenly, Wang Chunfeng's expression changed drastically.
"SPFFT—"
His whole body trembled as he spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed, stiff as a board.
This scene gave Xiahou Hong a sense of déjà vu.
He hurried forward and caught Wang Chunfeng.
"Daoist Wang, what's wrong?"
"..."
Wang Chunfeng's face was deathly pale. His body instantly withered, his hair and beard rapidly turned gray, and his aura plummeted to rock bottom.
