Because the Martial Arts Convention was of great importance, everyone could only suppress their doubts for now and attend the convention first.
The Martial Arts Convention continued, but the martial artists present today were all distracted. Many of them kept glancing toward Huangfu Xian and his son, then lowering their heads to whisper among themselves.
Huangfu Xian was affiliated with the imperial court, and news of this spread through the martial world as swiftly as a spring breeze.
Of course, Young Master Ye had played no small part in that.
Lin Hanyan, seated in the front row of the Kunwu Sect's section, was so restless that it was as if her chair were covered in nails.
Her expression was anxious, and she kept glancing toward Su Qiao and Ye Shaoxuan.
Even now, however, she had never suspected Su Qiao. She was wondering whether her cousin, Ye Shaoxuan, had helped Su Qiao and used some strange method to force Gong Jun into doing all this.
After all, her cousin had never played by the rules. He often did things that left people baffled, and his methods were bizarre beyond measure.
It would be a lie to say she was not grieved by Gong Jun's death.
Gong Jun had followed her for so many years and helped her so much. Even when he clearly had doubts, he had never asked or questioned her. He had been willing to die for her.
But the situation had grown increasingly complicated, and at a time like this, she simply could not continue dwelling on Gong Jun's death.
Huangfu Zhenlou had long since lost all affection for her. Every time he looked at her, his gaze carried a chill that could freeze her heart to the core.
Clearly, he had already found out something; he was