Shadow Pouch, a rare treasure, does not enter the ranks of precious or spiritual weapons.

  Raw materials are scarce and difficult to make, so they are extremely rare and rarely seen.

  It is derived from the meaning of shrinking the shadow in the courtyard of a thousand miles, similar to putting Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed.

  A miniature pouch that forms its own space, capable of holding a large amount of things and allowing living beings to temporarily reside within.

  Shi Tie's intuition was high, and his senses were extremely sensitive. Yan Xun, although he tried to conceal it, couldn't deceive him.

  "On the way here, I coincidentally discovered a disciple of our sect who had gone missing earlier, Ye Jing." Yan Xu's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said: "At that time, he was already in a coma, so I rescued him. Because we needed to rush here to provide reinforcements, I didn't dare delay, so I temporarily placed him in a Shadow Concealment Pouch."

  While speaking, Yan Xu took out a small pouch.

  The pocket is black, with a knot of gold cord at the mouth of the bag, and there is nothing unusual about its appearance.

  But as Yan Xiu untied the golden rope, the bag opened, and suddenly a stream of golden energy burst out.

  Along with the golden airflow, a figure appeared in front of Yan Zhao Ge and others.

  Yanzhao song silently laughed, that person was still in a coma at this moment, the back of his hand and neck exposed outside his clothes had flame-like tattoos.

  Who is Ye Jing?

  Shi Tie's gaze fell on Ye Jing, and although it was just a fleeting glance, Ye Jing suddenly came to.

  Yè Jǐng woke up, his eyes initially showing a confused expression, but quickly regained their clarity as he vigilantly observed his surroundings.

  When he saw the swallow Zhao song, his eyes suddenly turned crimson like blood, as if flames were burning, and he was about to jump up from the ground with a "whoosh".

  Shi Tie's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't make any movement. Ye Jing was fixed in place, unable to move or struggle, and could only stiffen his neck, glaring angrily at Yan Zhao Ge.

  "My name is Shí Tiě, and you are also a fellow disciple of our sect. You should know my identity." Shí Tiě said calmly: "I am the head of the Penal Hall of our sect, in charge of the laws and punishments of the clan."

  "If you feel you've been treated unfairly, you can tell me about it here. If the facts are on your side, I won't let you be wronged."

  Ye Jing panted heavily, his eyes wide with anger as he stared at Shi Tie, shouting: "All the people of Guang Cheng Mountain are in cahoots with the Yan family father and son!"

  "His father is just like you, the chief elder, how can you not be biased towards him, how can you possibly preside over justice for me and offend his father!"

  Yan Xu stood by silently, but watching Ye Jing's reaction, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly: "If this weren't Shi Lao, with your attitude, you would have already offended him."

  As Yan Xu had expected, Shi Tie's attitude towards Ye Jing was indeed nonchalant.

  He said in a tone without the slightest ripple: "I won't offend Yan Shidi for you, or for anyone else, but for the sake of fairness and justice, I don't mind offending anyone."

  "Zhao Ge is someone I've watched grow up, but precisely because of this, I even more cannot tolerate him making mistakes."

  "If it is proved that someone has made a false accusation, then he shall be punished with the same crime."

  "I just look at the facts."

  His aura was as thick and heavy as a mountain, and as deep and profound as the sea. Standing there quietly, he intimidated Ye Jing into stillness.

  Those calm words, however, were as powerful as a thousand tons, pounding in the hearts of everyone present.

  Ye Jing took a deep breath and glared at Yan Zhao Ge: "Back then, when I hadn't entered the door yet, he went to Dong Tang and snatched away my childhood sweetheart!"

  "Afterwards I joined the Guangzhong Mountain Gate, he regarded me as a thorn in his eye."

  "Earlier in Zhenlongquan, he wanted to kill me, but didn't want to leave any traces, so he set up a sinister plot to borrow someone else's hands to kill me and cut the grass to eliminate the roots!"

  "One plan failed, he came up with another one, throwing his inner crystal furnace into the Dragon Subduing Abyss, nearly killing me!"

  "I'm lucky to be alive, didn't die after all, in the icy dragon's cold pool, he wants to kill me again!"

  "He has wronged me three times and four, I will never get along with him!"

  Yanzhao Song stood quietly by, his gaze at Ye Jing was neither joyful nor angry.

  Shi Tie's gaze turned over: "Zhao Ge, what do you want to say?"

  Yanzhao Ge said quietly: "At that time, it was Lin Shimei who made the choice herself. I didn't take the initiative to intervene between them."

  "That time with Bing Long's Bone Soul was because he previously didn't distinguish between friend or foe, heavily injuring our fellow disciple Lan Shi Di. I gave him a lesson, indeed it was intentional."

  "As for what happened before in Zhenlongquan, I have submitted a detailed report to the sect, and I believe Master Bo has seen it."

  Shi Tie nodded, and Yan Zhao Ge continued: "The Red Spirit Flag mainly kills people like me, I have no control over his actions."

  "Even if I had known in advance, the Red Spirit Flag Master relied on the Liyan True Fire to isolate the Dragon Spring and set up traps...". Yan Zhao Ge looked at Ye Jing: "You went to seize the Liyan True Fire, but it's not something I can control."

  "You're interested in my goal of True Fire Ignition, but I had no idea beforehand, how did you design this?"

  Ye Jing stared at Yan Zhao Ge, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. Yan Zhao Ge shook his head: "Of course, I won't mince words. Without the Red Spirit Flag Master, I'll also teach you a lesson later so that you'll understand things better."

  "But at that time, I didn't have to kill you, you weren't worth my trouble."

  Ye Jing's breath caught in his throat, and the anger and hatred in his eyes suddenly became even more intense.

  Yanzhao Song calmly stared back at him, his eyes gradually turning icy: "As for what happened when you fell into the abyss later on, it's simple - let's just make a Blood Soul Return Light ritual between us."

  "Recreate the scene at that time and let Master Bai judge."

  "I don't care at all, dare you?"

  "Just do it!"

  Yanzhao Song shrugged his shoulders, turned around and bowed to Shi Tie: "Master Uncle, please preside."

  Shi Tie didn't say a word, and with a flick of his finger, a stream of light shot up into the sky, transforming into a beam of light that enveloped Yan Zhao Ge and Ye Jing together.

  The Yan Zhao song is neither fast nor slow, piercing its own fingers, a drop of fresh blood seeps out, turns into a blood line, and flies up to the sky.

  Led by that bloodline, the soul of Yan Zhao's song seemed to leave his body and rise to a higher level.

  On the other side, Ye Jing, under Shi Tie's guidance, also performed the same action.

  Shi Tie said: "The heart silently recalls the echoes of that moment, it's not about what you see, but about pinpointing the timing and scenery."

  "The law of nature will naturally discard the unreal created by your emotional biases and the real that you intentionally ignore."

  The next moment, in the sky above, a shining mirror slowly descended.

  In the light of the mirror, a shadowy image appeared, truly reproducing that scene in the Dragon Subduing Spring.

  The Song of Yan Zhao, his expression unchanged.

  Yan Xiu slightly shook his head.

  Ye Jing's eyes became even more bloodshot.

  Shi Tie looked at the terrifying aura emanating from the dark red ring in Ye Jing's hand, and the illusory giant flame god shadow, and was slightly stunned.

  After a while, Ye Jing came to his senses and roared: "You're deceiving people! You're indeed in cahoots with Lan Wenyuan and Lin Yuxian, shielding that scoundrel Yan Zhao Ge!"

  "It must be him who intentionally threw down the crystal furnace to harm me!"

  Shi Tie's expression gradually turned serious, his eyes scanning down, pressing Ye Jing so that he couldn't move.

  "The Blood Soul Return Light ceremony can indeed be faked." Shi Tie said quietly: "But there's only one possibility, that is when both parties collude with each other beforehand."

  "Ye Jing, did you collude with Zhao Ge before?"

  Ye Jing heard this and his eyes widened in shock, he was panting heavily, and the flames of fury in his eyes grew stronger, his rationality had completely disappeared.

  The flame pattern on his body was even more dazzling, as if it would turn into real flames at any moment.

  Yanzhao Song looked at him calmly and suddenly asked: "Ye Jing, how did Lin Shimei die?"