Lin Jiansheng looked at Yu Huang thoughtfully and asked her, "Are you suspecting Saint Xuan Ye?"
Yu Huang analyzed as she said, "Su Tingxue had already been beheaded in public. Even her bones were thrown into the black dome. Now that the Spirit Restraining Parasite has reappeared, it can't be Su Tingxue who did it, right? Saint Xuan Ye is Su Tingxue's disciple. Isn't it normal for him to know the method to create the Spirit Restraining Parasite?"
"Mentor, can't I suspect him?"
Upon hearing Yu Huang's analysis, Lin Jiansheng lamented how bold she was to even suspect Saint Xuan Ye.
"Your analysis is indeed reasonable, but that's impossible. Not to mention whether Saint Xuan Ye really knows the secret technique to concoct the Spirit Restraining Parasite, even if he knew, he would not do so."
Yu Huang asked Lin Jiansheng, "Why not?"
Lin Jiansheng flicked his sleeves and sat down. "It's a long story. Make me a cup of tea first."
