"Senior Brother Zhen Chang?"
"Martial Nephew Zhen Chang?"
The monks searching around the cliff could hardly suppress their shock, blurting out in unison. They could neither believe that Zhen Chang, the finest disciple of the Zhen Generation, had colluded with people of sinister intent to steal the sect's secret manuals, only to kill himself after being exposed, nor believe that Zhending, who had only reached Minor Qi Accumulation a year ago, could wound Zhen Chang, whose Arhat Subduing Demons Divine Skill and Prajna Palm had both reached Lesser Completion. Even monks of the Xuan Generation who had opened all Six Apertures could not guarantee they would be able to wound him!
Amid their shock and doubt, the way they looked at Meng Qi gained a few more shades of speculation, suspicion, and fear.
The suicide note had been written in haste and had not been folded. The moment Wu De took it and swept his eyes over it, his expression changed drastically. He said to Xuan Bei, "Martial Nephew Xuan Bei, this matter has far-reaching implications. We must report it to the Abbot at once. You remain here and keep watch."
He feared there might be accomplices of Zhen Chang and Zhen Yong among the monks, so he would only feel relatively at ease with Xuan Bei, another Elder, staying behind.
"Yes, Martial Uncle." Xuan Bei stood beside Wu De and had already taken in the entire suicide note at a glance just now. He understood that matters were more serious than imagined.
Just as Wu De was about to step forward, he suddenly recalled something and spoke again. "Martial Nephew Xuan Bei, until the matter has been thoroughly investigated, your two disciples must be temporarily separated from the others and reside in a courtyard by themselves."
No matter what,