Wang Wu cast a sidelong glance at Xuan Mo, wearing an expression that said, "I saw right through you ages ago." "Little Xuanzi, the plaque of Spiritual Sword Hall was made from Thousand-Year Black Iron. Where did you get that much strength, boy? Come clean. Did you sneak another drink of my Daughter Red Wine?"
Xuan Mo cried out in protest, "Master, heaven and earth can vouch for me! Even if I had been drinking, I wouldn't go smash the plaque of Spiritual Sword Hall! That would be like Longevity Star hanging himself—asking to die!"
True Person Fengyin stroked his beard, his expression solemn. "Xuan Mo, we have both witnesses and physical evidence. What else do you have to say? The disciples on patrol last night saw you running out from the direction of Spiritual Sword Hall, drunk out of your mind. What's more, your hands were stained with fragments of Thousand-Year Black Iron!"
Xuan Mo was stunned when he heard this. He desperately tried to recall what had happened the night before, but he only remembered drinking a pot of Spiritual Tea before falling asleep. He had no memory of anything afterward. Could I really have sleepwalked over and smashed the plaque? This is ridiculous!
He hurriedly defended himself. "Sect Master, I truly don't remember anything! Could someone have deliberately framed me?"
True Person Fengyin let out a cold laugh. "Framed you? Who would have nothing better to do than frame a new disciple like you? I think you're just feeling guilty and don't dare admit it!"
Wang Wu watched from the side, secretly amused. This Little Xuanzi really is a troublemaker. Still, she found Fengyin's words somewhat unreasonable. Based on her understanding of Xuan Mo, although the boy enjoyed pranks, he wouldn't do something this stupid.
"Senior Brother,