Suicide

"What did that mean?" Chu Liang looked at Xue Lingxue, who stood to one side.

That one was real—could this one before them be fake?

"No, it wasn't that she looked fake." Iron Hammer waved her hand, gathering her words. "It was that I once went to investigate... I truly couldn't find any flaw. She was exactly like the real one. Ah!"

Growing flustered as she spoke, she threw a punch into empty air, the wind whistling fiercely.

Everyone beside her stiffened at the sight, thinking, No one's rushing you. Just take it slow—why are you getting mad at yourself?

After a long while, Iron Hammer finally explained the matter clearly.

About half a month ago, word began spreading through the martial world that Xue Lingxue would be holding a touring performance somewhere. The more famous one became, the more trouble followed; rumors like these had always been plentiful, and even if South Melody House heard them, they could not be bothered to deal with them.

But three days later, a complete touring performance by Xue Lingxue had actually taken place there.

That changed the nature of the matter entirely. Since the performance had been completed, someone must have gone there. This was no longer simply a matter of spreading rumors—it was someone impersonating a disciple of South Melody House to swindle people.

Such things had happened before. People would impersonate South Melody House disciples in remote places, cheating others of wealth or seducing them; whenever a debt came due, South Melody House was always the one left to carry it.

So after this incident, South Melody House sent disciples to investigate. Yet that group moved with uncanny secrecy and had left behind no clues whatsoever.

Just then, news came from another city that Xue Lingxue would soon be touring