"What if I can help you, Pavilion Master, solve the mystery behind Senior Brother Yin Fu Tong's fall and win first place in this upcoming Sect Tournament?"
"Would that work?" Fen Tian was still in the middle of his anger, but upon hearing Xiao Yan say this, his expression immediately turned strange once again.
"You... are you certain?" The next moment, a trace of bewilderment surfaced in Fen Tian's pupils before he turned his back to Xiao Yan and spoke softly.
"I've heard some things about the Sect Tournament and Senior Brother Yin Fu Tong before. As for certainty, I'd say it's fifty-fifty." Xiao Yan did not dare to make any absolute guarantees.
"Actually, even if you hadn't brought it up, I would have sent you to investigate the truth of this matter anyway. This can be considered a lifelong wish of mine as a master, because even though Yin Fu Tong has been dead for so many years, I am still kept entirely in the dark about how he actually died."
"This is also a personal favor I'd like to ask of you. Success or failure, I, Fen Tian, will owe you one." Fen Tian said.
"This disciple will naturally do his utmost." Xiao Yan said.
"There is one thing I must remind you of, however. The location of the Sect Tournament is extremely bizarre; back then, even when I descended upon that place, I discovered nothing." Fen Tian said.
"Rest assured, Pavilion Master, I possess a Holy Flame." Xiao Yan noticed Fen Tian's worry and spoke.
"That is only one matter. This time, if possible, slaughter every single disciple of the Xuan Ling Imperial Family. The grudge between our two sects can no longer be resolved." Fen Tian said.
"Mm, I've already planned on that." Xiao Yan replied.