Han Yu's thoughts shifted toward Palm Hand Lu.
The more Han Yu learned, the less the man resembled the culprit.
Palm Hand Lu was searching.
Investigating.
Collecting records.
He had old documents.
Ritual notes.
Field reports.
And judging from his reaction in the cave, frustration too.
Han Yu leaned forward.
"It means he learned about the ritual elsewhere…"
His finger tapped the table again.
Palm Hand Lu wanted it.
That much was obvious.
Longevity tempted everyone.
Especially older cultivators.
Though Palm Hand Lu himself looked healthy.
Strong.
Far from old.
Han Yu doubted the man needed longevity immediately.
Unless…
He wanted it for someone else.
Han Yu paused.
No.
There was insufficient information.
He pushed that thought aside.
Then his mind returned to the largest question.
Madam Cold Fang.
The frozen corpses.
The Frost Qi.
The flower petal.
Everything pointed toward her.
Yet nothing fit.
Han Yu remembered the woman clearly.
Cold.
Quiet.
