With Jian Jingzheng fuming, Fu Qian wiped the blood from his hands and walked straight out the door.
What he'd said just now was true. Ruan Shuo had hidden himself very well.
Unlike Yuan Xin, he had no trace of a murderous aura about him.
Until Fu Qian exposed his transformation, he'd only sensed that there was something extra about him, something that didn't fit with the violent sword energy in the recording.
So the only thing he'd been certain of at the time was that Ruan Shuo hadn't come away from Sword Pavilion empty-handed and had concealed that fact.
Jian Jingzheng more or less represented Sword Participation Institute's attitude toward the matter. He was clearly unhappy that one of their students had been suspected, and had only come along to go through the motions.
Under the circumstances, with just that one anomaly, it was almost impossible to expect Sword Participation Institute to get to the bottom of things.
Since no transcendent materials had been found, Ruan Shuo could probably have brushed it off with some excuse.
Although this mission had no time limit, past experience had taught Fu Qian that dragging things out was never a good idea.
He didn't have time to bicker with these people. The best approach was to cut through the mess decisively. Besides, that bastard Jian Jingzheng had been itching to hit him for a while.
If Li Weixuan really came out of seclusion to give him trouble over this, all the better. It would be the perfect chance to confirm whether he was the target.
By the time Fu Qian stepped outside, there were already quite a few more people around.
The whole thing had taken less than a minute, but Ruan Shuo's shouts had been loud enough to draw the students