Before long, Su Mo arrived before another towering mountain peak.
This was where some of the Supreme Elders resided. It was not far from Ancestor Mingjian's dwelling, though it was closer to the outskirts.
At this moment, Ye Chen was already waiting for Su Mo atop the mountain.
Dressed in a purple robe, he stood upon the summit, his garments billowing in the wind.
When he saw Su Mo arrive, Ye Chen clasped his fists and bowed from afar.
"Ye Chen, do you know why I have come?"
Su Mo did not descend. He stood in the air, gazing at Ye Chen atop the mountain.
"I do!"
Ye Chen nodded. After a brief pause, he asked, "If I said it was not my doing, would you believe me?"
"No!"
Su Mo immediately shook his head, his answer utterly decisive.
He showed not the slightest hesitation, unconcerned that he might embarrass the other party.
"What would it take for you to believe me?" Ye Chen asked.
"Let me search your soul first," Su Mo said. In truth, even a soul search could not verify it, for at this level of cultivation, many experts could easily erase portions of their own memories.
"Impossible!"
Ye Chen decisively shook his head in refusal. Soul memories were a person's absolute privacy. How could he possibly allow someone else to inspect them?
"Ye Chen, I know it was you!"
Su Mo's gaze was like a blade as he stared fixedly at the other party. "I, Su Mo, have never wronged you. In the tomb, I even gave you two treasures. Why would you harm me? Why would you harm the entire human race?"
Su Mo's voice was not loud, yet every word seemed like thunder weighing ten thousand jun, crashing into Ye Chen's mind.
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