Wang Wu cast a sidelong glance at Xuan Mo, her eyes glimmering as if she were plotting some wicked scheme. "Little Xuanzi, how much Daughter Red Wine did you drink last night?"
Xuan Mo scratched his head, looking utterly confused. "Maybe... one jar? Two jars? I can't remember..." He secretly glanced at True Person Fengyin's livid face and grew even more anxious.
"Oh? Two jars of Daughter Red Wine?" Wang Wu drawled, her smile deepening with meaning. "That's quite a lot. No wonder you don't remember a thing. But..." She abruptly changed tack, leaned close to Xuan Mo's ear, and lowered her voice. "You didn't mistake the Spiritual Sword Hall's plaque for a latrine after getting drunk, did you?"
Xuan Mo nearly spat blood. "Master! No matter how drunk I was, I'd never do something like that!" He was so anxious he was almost in tears. If that accusation stuck, how could he ever show his face in the Lingjian Sect again?
Wang Wu laughed so hard that she shook, making no effort to hide her schadenfreude. "Oh, Little Xuanzi, don't be so nervous. I was just saying it, just saying it." As she spoke, she discreetly slipped a tiny Jade Slip into Xuan Mo's sleeve.
"Senior Brother." Wang Wu turned around and bowed to True Person Fengyin. "I think there's more to this matter than meets the eye. Little Xuanzi may be fond of his liquor, but he wouldn't be so muddleheaded. Why don't we investigate thoroughly first, so we don't wrong an innocent man?"
Although True Person Fengyin was deeply displeased by Wang Wu's flippant attitude, he could not say anything more. He waved his hand, signaling the two patrolling disciples to leave. "Then I'll give you one more day. If you still can't uncover the truth by