"No! It wasn't me—it was him!"
When Xian Li was originally slain, though he had been unwilling, he had felt more relief than anything else.
Then he suddenly discovered that he had not died.
And that the Heavenly Dao had sent him before everyone, fear piercing straight to the depths of his heart.
His gaze darted wildly around.
He suddenly pointed at Qin Shaofeng and roared, "It was him! Though I did some bad things, he was the one who did those things to Xian Xiaoying. You should be looking for him!"
Xian Xiaoying's matter had indeed become common knowledge.
Yet such a matter should have been suppressed as a secret.
Even a secret known by everyone was still a secret.
By shouting it aloud before everyone, Xian Li directly tore through the thin paper covering the window.
Xian Mengyao, who had long wished she could skin him alive and pull out his tendons, along with several young men also pursuing Xian Xiaoying, instantly sprang into action.
Every strike they unleashed was a killing move.
Although Xian Li's cultivation was not weak,
among the fellow disciples who could come here—especially the young men likewise qualified to pursue Xian Xiaoying—who was an easy opponent?
Had this incident not happened, they would still have been qualified to pursue Xian Xiaoying.
But now that it had happened,
not only had Xian Xiaoying's reputation instantly been dragged through the mud,
they were no fools either. Who could fail to see that when Xian Xiaoying looked at Qin Shaofeng, the man who had seen her body, something in her gaze had already become very wrong?
By the time this affair ended, Qin Shaofeng might be the one who benefited instead.
The hatred of having one's wife stolen!
Though Xian Xiaoying was not yet any of