Traitor.
That was what Chanchan called herself.
Xiao Xi'er stood before the ruins of the Main Peak disciples' quarters, a trace of confusion in her eyes.
She could feel the sharp sting at her neck, along with the chill of metal.
By the firelight still burning around them, Xiao Xi'er could clearly see the blood staining the blade of the longsword in Yue Chan's hand.
She thought it must be the traitor's blood.
But she was not a traitor.
"Elder Yue!"
Several Martial Spring Realm cultivators nearby, who had just helped Xiao Xi'er rescue the younger disciples from the quarters, hurriedly tried to dissuade her.
They were utterly baffled, with no idea how things had come to this.
"Chanchan, I'm not..."
Xiao Xi'er tried to explain herself.
But Yue Chan did not seem willing to give her that chance.
True qi began to spread along the longsword in Yue Chan's hand.
A chill ran down Xiao Xi'er's nape. Snapping awake, she swiftly darted backward.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at Yue Chan, whose strike had just missed.
Chanchan truly wanted to kill her.
That longsword wrapped in true qi could effortlessly pierce through her protective true qi and puncture her skin.
"Chanchan..."
Xiao Xi'er spoke slowly, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.
"Why? Why, Xi'er? Why would you do this?!"
The female cultivator in a pale-blue Daoist robe was covered in blood, her eyes brimming with grief and hatred.
"Why did you help that thief Gan? If you hadn't helped that thief Gan, my master... my master wouldn't have died!"
That thief Gan?
What was everyone talking about?
Xiao Xi'er's mind was in turmoil, yet all kinds of information continued to piece themselves together within it.
Could it be...
"Pay for my master's