Mount Song.
The Fengchan Platform.
Yue Lingshan studied Ding Mian across from her, then seemed to realize something and clapped her hands in delight.
"Could this martial art of yours be the Bixie Swordplay?"
She had already thought Ding Mian was acting strangely. It wasn't until she saw the jealousy in his eyes as he looked at her that she suddenly understood.
"What? The Bixie Swordplay?"
The crowd was astonished and began discussing it among themselves.
Tianmen Daoist sprang to his feet and glared at Ding Mian.
"Back in the day, Senior Lin Yuantu roamed the Martial World with his seventy-two forms of Bixie Swordplay and founded the Fuwei Escort Agency."
"Three months ago, the entire Fuwei Escort Agency was wiped out. Was it your Songshan School's doing?!"
More than a hundred people from the Lin family of the Fuwei Escort Agency—including its escorts and servants—had all met violent deaths. The incident had sparked heated discussion throughout the Martial World.
Everyone had been outraged and wanted to catch the culprit behind the massacre.
But who would have thought it was someone from one of their five schools!
Zuo Lengchan's expression shifted slightly. They could get away with doing it in secret, but if word got out, Songshan's reputation would be ruined.
"Little girl, the Bixie Swordplay hasn't appeared in the martial world for over thirty years. How do you know my junior brother's swordplay is the Bixie Swordplay? If you can't explain yourself today, then even if you're Yue Buqun's daughter, you won't be leaving here safely!"
Zuo Lengchan's face turned cold. The authority he had built up over years of leading Songshan bore down on Yue Lingshan, trying to make her admit she was mistaken.
"Heh. To practice this art, you must castrate yourself first. Do I need to