Qing Yuan abruptly turned to look. When she saw who it was, understanding flashed through her eyes, followed by fury.
"Yu Chen, so it really was your Jihuang Sword Palace stirring up trouble?"
She pointed at Yu Chen and shouted harshly. Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain had already been free of trouble, yet Jihuang Sword Palace had come to make waves again, plunging Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain back into crisis.
Facing Qing Yuan's furious glare, Yu Chen remained calm. "True Lord Qing Yuan, that is not quite right. We acted out of kindness—how can you call it scheming? We merely felt it a pity to see Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain's inheritance of more than a hundred thousand years come to an end, so we deliberately came to help. It would be one thing if you did not appreciate it, but how could you regard our sincerity in such a way?"
Qing Yuan laughed coldly in fury. "Kindness? You kept inciting us from within, leading us to oppose the Tianli Sect. In the end, you betrayed the alliance and joined the Tianli Sect. When our sect faced its crisis, you chose to stand by with folded arms. And now you come running out to speak of kindness? Your kindness is far too cheap!"
Yu Chen was not angered. He merely smiled faintly. "True Lord Qing Yuan, you are mistaken there. Our Sect Master told Senior Red Crane that the Tianli Sect is powerful now, and it would be best not to clash with them head-on. Senior Red Crane refused to listen, and that is why today's disaster came about. How can you lay the blame upon us?"
Qing Yuan sneered. "Then leave. The affairs of our Nine Mandarin Duck Mountain have nothing to do with you!"
"Indeed, they have nothing to do