Back when Old Man Shen was still alive, Li Changkong often drank with him. Yet the two had an unspoken understanding and had never said it aloud.
They both knew the truth.
Now that Old Man Shen was dead and only he remained, he had to protect this secret even more!
"Ah..."
White Cloud Martial Academy had already erupted into complete turmoil.
Chief Fang was not the Night Demon! Chief Fang had died unjustly!
His bones were gone, his body blasted to pieces! A generation's hero, famed throughout the martial world, whose grace had reached the southeast and benefited all beneath heaven—yet he had been framed, hunted down, wronged, and killed!
The students' emotions were the most intense.
They were also the easiest to incite and the quickest to erupt. Young and hot-blooded, their sense of justice was overflowing.
How could they endure hearing something like this? Especially when they had just cursed him a few days ago.
Once that self-reproach and guilt surged up, their entire hearts truly trembled.
They remembered Chief Fang's visit to the Martial Academy to give a speech. His heroic bearing and graceful composure were still vivid in their minds. That handsome, flawless face remained etched in their memories.
Yet they were already separated by life and death! "Avenge Chief Fang! Restore justice to Chief Fang!"
Ren Chun and the others had gone completely mad.
Big Brother was dead! Big Brother had been wronged, framed, and hunted down—and then killed!
"Impossible! Big Brother can't be dead!"
Ren Chun's eyes were bloodshot. "Who dares say my Big Brother is dead? Who dares!"
Ren Dong had already vomited blood and passed out.
Her tiny body kept spitting out mouthful after mouthful of blood, completely unconscious.
The other brothers' hair stood straight on end.
Their whole bodies trembled.