Chen Lin's heart skipped a beat when he heard Ma Yu's words.
But he did not believe the man could truly be certain of anything. There were countless identical flying swords, which was precisely why he had dared to use this one.
With that thought, he shifted his flying sword slightly and said calmly, "This flying sword? I bought it at the trading convention in Guyuan Market. Is there a problem?"
Ma Yu still wore his half-smile. "Is that so? Yet why do I feel this sword resembles the flying sword of He Huayuan, an elder of our Qingyun Sect? When I came in, I also encountered Eldest Senior Brother Yu Dingyi outside and learned that Elder He had gone missing. Just before his disappearance, he happened to be pursuing someone in the mid Qi Refinement realm. Quite a coincidence."
This time, Chen Lin's expression finally changed.
When bad luck struck, even a sip of cold water could get stuck between your teeth. From a single High-grade Flying Sword, the man had actually pieced together almost the entire truth.
It also taught him something: no matter how cautious he was, he could never make everything watertight. In the end, strength was what counted.
Naturally, Chen Lin would not admit it. Staying on guard, he frowned and said, "I don't understand what you mean, fellow Daoist. Are you suggesting I killed an elder of your Qingyun Sect? Your elders must at least be in the Qi Condensation late stage. Do you think I'm capable of that?"
Their exchange left the other three looking astonished, and none of them interrupted.
Ma Yu spoke again. "You're right. That is precisely what leaves me uncertain. But since we've met, I must verify it. Please hand over your Storage Bag for me to inspect. That