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The White-robed Youth stood atop the courtyard wall, gazing calmly below.
He paid no attention to Xu Tong's corpse on the ground.
His eyes rested only on Qin Shouchang, whose expression was far from pleasant.
Perhaps it had been an illusion, but Zeng Anmin saw a trace of gloating amusement on the White-robed Youth's face.
"Dean Qin, how could a mere Seventh Rank ant leave you so flustered and furious?"
His voice was unhurried.
Qin Shouchang had already looked unwell, and upon hearing the White-robed Youth's words, his gaze turned exceedingly hostile.
This was precisely why followers of the Confucian Path despised Martial Artists.
Just as he was about to speak, a deep, resonant voice sounded from behind him.
"Bai Ziqing."
At the sound of that voice, everyone turned to look inside the house.
Father emerged slowly from within, one hand behind his back, his expression blank as he stared at the White-robed Youth.
"You were three days late."
The moment those words fell.
Bai Ziqing's calm expression stiffened slightly.
Then, beneath everyone's gaze, he scratched his head sheepishly.
"I ran into some trouble on the road..." At this point, he gave an awkward smile and pointed at Xu Tong on the ground. "Fortunately, it didn't brew into a great disaster."
"Hmph!"
Father gave a cold snort and shot Zeng Anmin a seemingly casual glance.
It made Zeng Anmin's scalp tingle.
From that glance, he read many meanings.
Among them was a warning that Father did not want him to expose his identity as the Black Cat Martial Artist.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Father first walked over to Qi Xiande.
After Xu Tong's death, Qi Xiande had not uttered another word. He merely stared