Everyone in the small courtyard froze, wondering when this man had arrived and why none of them had noticed him before.
They followed the sound and saw a man in a plain white robe. His hair was white as snow, yet unlike the grizzled hair of ordinary old men, it faintly glimmered with a crystalline sheen. He stood there casually, yet seemed to radiate an immortal, unworldly air.
Unfortunately, his face was covered by a mask, and the Imperial Guards had no time to guess his identity.
Wine-Drinking Monk was an exception. At their level of martial arts, recognizing someone was not merely a matter of sight, but of remembering a person's aura.
Looking at the white-haired elder approaching slowly, Wine-Drinking Monk revealed a surprised expression. "Brother Chongyang, I never expected you to be involved in this as well."
At his words, everyone present was startled. Someone who could face a Grandmaster so calmly and was named Chongyang—there was only one such person in the world: Central Divine Wang Chongyang.
The man smiled faintly. "Great Monk, back then, I lost to you by half a move in our drinking contest at the pavilion because I was careless. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to win back my honor, but you have roamed the world all these years, and I could never find you. Today, it has fallen right into my lap."
Hearing him admit his identity, Zhao Gou flew into a rage. "Wang Chongyang, your Wang family has received great trust from me. Many members of the Wang family serve as officials in court, each loyal to their sovereign and devoted to the country. Why would you commit such treason, a crime that will exterminate nine generations of your clan? Are you not afraid of dragging the thousands