"You?"
Pei Yezheng sized up the tall, red-haired cultivator from head to toe, then sneered. "Who are you, to boast that you were a witness that day?"
After saying that, he merely sneered in silence and cupped his hands toward the high platform.
Then he folded his arms and returned to his secondary seat.
The frost-cold figures in the high seats showed no reaction.
The direct disciples at the lower seats were all loose-tongued.
There should have been over a hundred seats in the hall, but most stood empty. Only twenty or thirty had been arranged in scattered clusters.
Since they knew one another and had come to watch the excitement, they naturally enjoyed gossip and rumors. Those with well-informed ears had long known about the cultivator in black-and-red robes beside Xu Sanniang.
"Him?"
"You don't know?"
"Her lover, perhaps."
"Tsk, tsk. I wonder what expression our genius Dao Child will wear when he learns such details."
"Shh."
"If you want to die, I still want to live. That one's cold temperament is not to be trifled with. If trouble comes from your loose tongue and he comes looking for you, you'll be nursing injuries for decades."
One of the direct disciples hurriedly lowered his voice.
That clan genius's strength was unfathomable; he had entered the realm of Venerable long ago.
No one knew why the clan could tolerate those two being linked together. Xu Sanniang was also a cultivator with a Dao Physique, yet she had never displayed any talent for cultivation.
But since it was the clan's decision, there must be some deeper meaning behind it.
"What is this man's background?"
"Do any brothers know?"
"..."
"Never heard of him."
"I know a little."
"Tell us..."
Before anyone could explain, Pei Xu Shi sighed. "Why must you insist