Do-Gooder?

As the sound of coughing rang out, Cult Master Jian Qianxiong appeared out of thin air before the fire prison, his gaze settling on Ye Zhen with profound meaning.

Ye Zhen was fine, merely a little uncomfortable. After all, he had been watched. The moment those two soft coughs sounded, Ye Zhen had recognized Cult Master Jian Qianxiong's voice.

Feng Qingyue's pretty face abruptly flushed as red as an apple. Upon seeing Jian Qianxiong appear, she turned her head aside and refused to spare him even a glance.

Yet Jian Qianxiong's stare made Ye Zhen's scalp prickle. "Cult Master, when did you get here?" Ye Zhen asked first.

"Ye Zhen, you brat performed rather well. You can barely catch this Cult Master's eye." Jian Qianxiong answered a different question. "But you're still too green. You lack a little polish."

Hearing this, Ye Zhen abruptly raised his head to look at Jian Qianxiong. "Hm? I ask the Cult Master for guidance!"

"You killed Fang Lifeng, then killed Duan Yingnian, all to buy time before the Profound Moon Sect came seeking vengeance, correct?" Jian Qianxiong asked.

Ye Zhen's eyes flashed with shock. "That mysterious person in the clouds earlier, the one who could teleport—was that you, Cult Master?"

"That's right!"

Jian Qianxiong's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Do you know how many martial artists trying to send word to the Profound Moon Sect this Cult Master has already cleaned up for you during this short time?"

"How many?"

"Seven. Four from Myriad Stars Tower, three from the Longevity Sect!" Jian Qianxiong said.

Ye Zhen was greatly startled. "That many?"

"And that is with the Longevity Sect still unaware that Duan Yingnian is dead. Once they discover in a few days that Duan Yingnian was killed, they will likely become even more frenzied!" Jian Qianxiong