"Fang Mo, let's see if you can survive this! You dared to kill my disciple, so go repent in hell!"
Mo Xinghe's eyes shone with excitement, and his heart raced. He was almost rubbing his hands together. "Perfect, I can pin the blame on him, too. Fang Mo, I really have to thank you!"
"Wait!"
Just then, a calm voice rang out.
Mo Xinghe's heart suddenly clenched, and a sense of dread surged through him. He turned to look and saw that it really was Daozhen. His heart sank again.
The person he feared most was Daozhen interfering!
That was why he had deliberately let his disciples gossip along the way, whipping the crowd into a frenzy. He wanted Daozhen to hear it, to form a first impression. If he heard it often enough, even Daozhen would believe it!
As long as Daozhen stayed silent, Fang Mo would never be able to clear his name. Once Fang Mo was branded a traitor, even Ling Cangyan would be affected, and the prestige he'd earned by dying in battle to save his fellow disciples would be diminished beyond measure.
Venerable Gu Yu frowned slightly. He had already spoken with Daozhen, and Daozhen should have understood what he intended. Why was he speaking up now?
Ling Cangyan was already dead. Was there any need to help Fang Mo?
True Lord Qingshui looked at Daozhen and said slowly, "Daozhen, what do you have to say?"
"True Lord, this disciple has just one thing to say!"
Daozhen bowed respectfully. With a slight movement of his hand, a token appeared in his palm. He raised it and declared, "Junior Brother Ling trusted Fang Mo. He accepted him as his personal disciple and named him the next master of Taichu Peak!"
"What? Venerable Ling named Fang Mo