"Such a grand scheme?" Song Qingshu's heart stirred. Thinking of the Xiaoyao School's mystery, he found it increasingly astonishing.
Tang Saier continued, "Pan Lang took three disciples in his life. His eldest disciple was at Misty Peak in the Tianshan Mountains, secretly laying out plans across the martial world and controlling the forces of the Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Caves."
Song Qingshu and Li Qingluo exchanged a glance, instantly realizing that the eldest disciple she spoke of was Tianshan Tonglao.
"His second disciple was planted in the Central Plains, where he took in many followers and waited for turmoil to arise there." As Tang Saier spoke, she gave Li Qingluo beside her a meaningful look.
"Hmph, that heartless man." Li Qingluo snorted coldly, clearly harboring deep resentment toward him.
Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. He naturally knew that this second disciple was Wuyazi, and he could not help saying, "Who wronged whom between him and your mother is not so certain."
Given Li Qiushui's promiscuous nature, Wuyazi's head had not merely been crowned green over the years—it had become an entire grassland.
Li Qingluo caught her breath. Clearly understanding his implication, she protested, "Who told that man to change his heart first? If he had not fallen for someone else first, how could my mother have become like that? And I would not have ended up drifting about, cast into the martial world."
"Who could ever be certain about matters of the heart?" Song Qingshu sighed, apparently reminded of something.
Li Qingluo sneered. "That is merely an excuse you men use. Of all people, that heartless man had to fall for..." She suddenly realized something and glanced at Xiaolongnü beside her. Swallowing the words at her lips, she changed them instead. "He had to fall for an underage little girl.