Lu Chengwen spread his hands. "We're fellow disciples. Is there really any need to fight to the death? Isn't this going too far?"
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth. "He toyed with Xue Jiao's feelings and her body!"
Long Aotian roared, "I didn't! I never toyed with her body!"
"Of course you couldn't, you bastard!" Zhao Ritian shouted.
Long Aotian clenched his teeth. "Haven't you always wanted to kill me? Come on! Let's settle this today!"
Lu Chengwen stood between them, gently pressing a hand to each of their chests. "Why so impulsive? We're all on the same side!"
Zhao Ritian said, "He's been associating with people from the Great Organization. He killed Martial Uncle!"
"Use your brain!" Lu Chengwen said. "He's been fighting for his life alongside you this whole time. When would he have had the time to plot Martial Uncle's murder?"
"He thought about it!"
Long Aotian said, "Listen to that, Cheng Wen, just listen! Is that even something a human would say? If I got diarrhea in the bathroom, he'd probably say I did that too."
Lu Chengwen said, "Stop arguing."
He took out two Minor Returning Heaven Pills. "Tomorrow, we'll go up the mountain together to see Master. Let him decide who's right and who's wrong. And you—he is Senior Disciple Brother, after all. Isn't this the sort of thing Master should decide? Senior Disciple Brother, you too. Ritian is straightforward by nature. There's no point butting heads with him."
"Am I the one butting heads with him? He's the one who's always had a problem with me!"
Zhao Ritian said, "That's right! I just don't like the look of you! You definitely had a hand in killing Martial Uncle!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Take the medicine. We're going up the mountain tomorrow."
That night, Lu