Ling Chuxi was silent as she took the time to recuperate. The old man was still talking nonsense.
"This should be seventh brother's six myriad tribulation banners, how did it end up in your hands? Old seventh went out this time to find the whereabouts of that item, but his six myriad tribulation banners ended up in your hands. Did you kill old seventh? in that case, that item should also be in your hands?" The old man's face sank as he continued.
Ling Chuxi's heart sank. Even though the old man's words were unclear, she understood. The seventh brother he was talking about must be the grey-robed old man who was killed by him and Yue Jianqing, and the thing he was talking about must be the Sumeru Bodhi.
Her previous worry was indeed reasonable. As long as the six streaks of tribulation banner attacked, the other party could easily guess her origin and the whereabouts of the Sumeru Bodhi.