That was it! Zhao Xiongge stared at him, then weakly staggered a step back. Before, it had only been a guess, but the other man's attitude now made him understand that it truly was so.
The affairs of the past lay vivid before his eyes. How many storms, how much helplessness, and how many tears of blood had there been?
Zhao Xiongge, too, collapsed weakly to the ground.
The two men were like bloodshot bulls charging headlong at each other. After a savage collision that wounded both sides, both had been knocked down.
Zhao Xiongge gave a bitter laugh. "You said I harmed the Holy Maiden. Say it again now—who exactly caused the Holy Maiden's death?"
Nantian Wufang bared his teeth in grief. "So you knew long ago. I thought Heaven knew, Earth knew, and I knew—that no one else would ever know this secret."
Zhao Xiongge sat there dejectedly. "Actually, I did not know. If Niu Youdao had not taken Guan Fangyi away and triggered some of your actions... I knew how you had searched for the Holy Maiden, because she told me. And you were not someone who made rash, hasty decisions. Putting together the approximate timing and what happened in the Demon Cult back then, I came to this guess."
Nantian Wufang said, "You are truly ruthless. You had a guess, yet you could keep yourself from asking all this time."
Zhao Xiongge said, "Because of the Holy Maiden's dying entrustment, because I had an even more important secret to protect. Exposing you would have done no good for the Demon Cult or for what I was guarding. No matter how ruthless I was, I was not as ruthless as you. To conceal the truth, you could actually watch her fall into the dust of the world