This kind of flame felt vaguely familiar to him.

"Tiansang Ling Palace, Mr. Sang?"

Zhang Chongmou vaguely remembered that when the Tiansang Ling Palace was first built, the dean of the inner courtyard seemed to have such a weird and domineering flame.

With such flames, some big bosses of the opposition forces in dozens of surrounding counties and cities were burned to ashes.

The Zhang family has never faced off against Tiansang Ling Palace, and Zhang Chongmou has never fought against Mr. Sang.

Therefore, he only heard about such flames and had no ability to judge at all.

"But if it was Mr. Sang, why did he attack the Zhang family?"

"There is absolutely no grudge between Tiansang Ling Palace and Zhang Mansion!"

"Bringing the blame?"

"Well... it's impossible to put the blame on it. How can such a flame be cultivated by ordinary people?"

Zhang Chongmou thought deeply, his spiritual thoughts spread out layer by layer, and they were already ten miles away, but he still couldn't detect any suspicious traces.

In fact, there is not even the slightest trace of spatial fluctuations.

Surprisingly, the sneak attacker didn't even use teleportation and simply disappeared under the nose of his throne.

"impossible!"

"There must be something that I have overlooked!"

Zhang Chongmou felt that he had stepped into a corner.

He took another look at Zhang Mansion, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.

If the spirit thought cannot be swept out, does it mean that the sneak attacker is actually still hiding in the house?

"this……"

Zhang Chongmou was shocked.

Who dares to be so bold?
Chapter completed!