Wei Shan nodded. “I suspected that at first, but now, I’m fairly confident that Yan Daolin wasn’t involved in the attack.”1

“What makes you so certain?” asked Su Yi.0

“Yan Daolin said that he wouldn’t involve others in his enmity with you, Young Master,” said Wei Shan. “He wouldn’t sink to attacking us.”1

Su Yi was briefly dazed. “It’s true. That guy might be ruthless, but he really wouldn’t do something like that.”0

He understood Yan Daolin. He was calculating and shrewd, but he’d always maintained a code of conduct.0

He’d used Wei Shan as bait to lure the Temple Master to Crow Ridge, but he’d never had any intention of hurting Wei Shan.2

After chatting a while longer, Su Yi suddenly asked, “Yan Daolin claimed the good fortune in this immortal palace a long time ago, didn’t he?”0

Wei Shan nodded. “Indeed.”0

“Just as I expected.” Su Yi rubbed his forehead. “I let the old bastard trick me again.”0

He dared say with certainty that the moment he left the immortal palace, the experts of the three camps waiting outside would assume he’d obtained the palace’s good fortune!3

Yan Daolin had undoubtedly made a scapegoat out of him. 0

Who could possibly believe that there was no good fortune in the immortal palace whatso...0