"Heh heh, Brother Liu, I'm afraid that isn't entirely true. The Demonic Cult has a Right Envoy. Do you dare claim you do not know him?"
Just as Liu Zhengfeng was about to answer, a voice reached his ear.
"Don't admit it!"
But what sort of man was Liu Zhengfeng? Unable to tell who was transmitting the message, he continued, "Brother Qu and I truly hit it off at first sight, but we have never discussed matters of the martial world. We became acquainted solely through the qin and flute, sharing the same tastes and aspirations."
"Heh heh, it is enough that you admitted it yourself. We can give you two paths.
Alliance Leader Zuo said that you are a rare talent of Mount Heng, a pillar of the Orthodox Dao.
As long as you repent and turn over a new leaf, you may yet be spared.
If you choose that path, bring us Qu Yang's head within one month. We will let bygones be bygones, and we shall remain good brothers."
"Hahaha! I will never betray a friend!" Liu Zhengfeng was overcome with grief and indignation.
Dingyi said, "Junior Brother Liu, how could you associate with someone from the Demonic Cult?
How do you know this is not one of the Demonic Cult's schemes?
You may be an upright gentleman, but that does not mean everyone else is."
Heaven's Gate said, "Junior Brother Liu, no gold is pure, and no man is perfect. Who can be without fault?
To know one's mistake and correct it is the greatest virtue."
"Brother Liu, Qu Yang—will you kill him or not?"
"I do not wish to repeat myself!" Liu Zhengfeng did not even furrow his brow.
Fei Bin said, "Since that is the case, I shall convey Alliance Leader Zuo's order.
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