Pang Qinghai!?
Chen Qing's heart jolted violently.
The arrival was no ordinary man. It was Pang Qinghai, born of the Wutai Sect and the Commandant—the true number one power in Gaolin County!
In Gaolin County, no one failed to know his name or fear his might.
But hadn't rumors said he was severely wounded?
Pang Qinghai looked Chen Qing over, his voice betraying neither pleasure nor anger. "Walking through wind and snow at night. Quite the elegant pastime."
Chen Qing drew a deep breath of frigid air, suppressing the stormy waves in his heart. Cupping his fists, he said, "This junior is Chen Qing. Greetings, Commandant."
"Shi Wenshan is dead."
Pang Qinghai came straight to the point, his gaze fixed tightly upon Chen Qing's eyes, catching every subtle flicker of change. "In the alley ahead. A miserable death. Someone saw a figure with exceptionally swift movement."
Chen Qing's brows furrowed slightly, revealing just the right amount of shock and confusion. "Master Shi is dead? Are you suspecting me, sir?"
His tone was frank, carrying the helplessness of someone falsely accused. "I had just finished practicing and was preparing to return home. Passing nearby, I did hear sounds of fighting. Alarmed and uncertain, I found a secluded place to hide for the moment."
"As for Master Shi... asking me to kill someone? How would I dare? Nor do I believe myself capable. Master Shi was an expert at Transformation Perfection. This disciple has only just glimpsed the threshold. How could I possibly stand against him?"
His expression and tone were watertight. His eyes were clear, carrying a young man's proper nervousness and earnest haste to defend himself.
Along with that shock and bewilderment, he looked as though he had truly been swept into a sudden storm.
Didn't dare? Wasn't capable!?
After