About half an hour after the disappearance of the Purple Mist Treasure Ship, a figure flew over from afar.
This figure was precisely Pei Zhao.
He knew this disciple well, not having much affection for outsiders, but caring deeply for his own family.
This time leaving the Sect, it was highly likely he was going home.
"That brat, without a flying magical artifact, should not have gone too far..."
"I've been chasing all the way, yet I haven't found any trace of him."
At this moment, a slight doubt arose in Pei Zhao's heart.
If Shen Wen'an forced his way into the mountain gate, murdered, and left only to go home, it wasn't enough to prove he intended to defect.
Just now in the Sect Leader's Hall, he also noticed that the disciples of Cliff Mountain Courtyard were obviously lying.
As long as he could bring him back and carefully investigate, if it was indeed the disciples of Cliff Mountain Courtyard who erred first, then there might still be room for maneuver in this matter.
