The Elders' Wager

The sudden voice interrupted the drawing process.

Everyone's gaze focused on Jiang Ping An and Qiu SiPing. They held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of missing something important.

Qiu SiPing said in a deep voice, "Jiang Ping An, don't spit blood and slander this old man's reputation. This old man has never sent anyone to kill you."

His face turned livid, fury flickering in his eyes, while the fingers beneath his sleeves clenched tightly into fists.

He had not expected this brat to be so bold, daring to oppose him to his face and make him lose face here.

Although he did not know how Jiang Ping An had learned of his plan, he absolutely could not admit it. The other party could not possibly have any evidence.

Jiang Ping An stared at Qiu SiPing. "I only said there was enmity between us. I never said you sent someone to kill me. How did you know my name?"

Qiu SiPing's old face stiffened. Fortunately, his thick beard concealed the change in his expression.

Without giving anything away, he replied, "Last month, this old man received word that someone had reported me for sending people to kill you. The one who acted was my disciple, Teng Chun. However, three months ago, that unfilial disciple stole one of my supreme treasures and betrayed the sect. The sect is currently hunting him down."

"Teng Chun encountering you was purely a coincidence and had nothing to do with this old man. You have misunderstood me. As for why I know your name, this old man felt guilty and casually looked into the matter."

Qiu SiPing's explanation sounded perfectly reasonable.

Jiang Ping An sneered. "Still pretending? You sent your disciple to kill me because I offended your grandson and got