“I’ve been feeling for a while now that something is amiss.” Jin Huo frowned and stretched out her right hand, making some calculations off her fingers. It was a calculation technique unique to peak grand supremes, not formula dao.

When she next looked at Lu Yun, her expression was stiff.

“What is it?” The young man arched a brow.

Jin Huo waved a water curtain into existence before Lu Yun. It pictured a massive tombstone with three bloody characters: Lu Yun’s Tomb.

“How did you offend him?” she spoke stiltedly. The owner of this tombstone was someone even she was highly wary of.

“Um…” Lu Yun’s eyes went wide open. The tombstone that’d nailed Miao to death had him...