Someone nearby asked curiously, "Who could it be?"
Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui exchanged a glance but said nothing. After thinking for a moment, Wuyazi shook his head. "This is a secret of our sect. It would not be appropriate to discuss it with outsiders."
In the martial world, probing into a sect's internal affairs was considered taboo. Since he had put it that way, no one found it proper to ask further.
Song Qingshu pondered to himself. Once these people left, he could ask them slowly. Given his relationship with Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui, they presumably would not hide it from him.
Wuyazi let out a faint sigh and looked at Xu Zhu and the others. "So that person was in your Shaolin Temple. No wonder he was able to break my Zhenlong Chess Game..."
Tianshan Tonglao snorted. "Though we did wrong by him in some ways, we had known each other for so many years. For him to send someone to seize Wuyazi's lifelong cultivation—he truly had no regard for old ties."
Li Qiushui echoed her, "Exactly. If it had been anything else, even if he had sent a disciple, we would have taught them everything we knew without hesitation. But this time, wasn't he trying to take Wuyazi's life?"
"Say no more!" Wuyazi's face was filled with guilt. "In the end, we were the ones who let our master down. We wronged him as well."
Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui both wore embarrassed expressions and did not refute him. Those in the room who knew their identities were deeply astonished. What could figures who stood at the pinnacle of the martial world possibly fear—or owe?
Xu Zhu suddenly spoke up. "No matter what, we solved your Zhenlong Chess Game. Senior, you ought to honor your promise.