The shock Zhang Yuanqing felt at that moment was like when, three days ago, he had heard the artifact spirit say that the last Shadow Twin was The Past Leaves No Trace—the feeling of being struck on the head, or of electricity coursing through his entire body, descended upon him once again.
"Ling Tuo was killed by you? That's why Chu Shang didn't revive him, and why Dark Night Rose colluded with the Lord of Weapons Cult to wipe out the Chu Family?" Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face hard, finding the truth difficult to accept.
But the chain of cause and effect did line up.
"Master, did you know that Ling Tuo's younger brother is my best friend? All of a sudden, I've become the son of the man who killed his brother."
"I'm sorry to have caused you such distress." Master Wuhen's voice was low.
"It's not distress. My head is just full of holy shit." Zhang Yuanqing gave a bitter laugh.
Of course, if Zhang Zizhen had also died at Ling Tuo's hands, then Ling Jun was the younger brother of the man who had killed his father.
That made them even!
He took a few seconds to digest the information and calm himself before asking, "So why did you kill Ling Tuo?"
"Didn't you hear it? Ling Tuo used ordinary people's lives to verify his conjecture," Master Wuhen said. "Although the Carefree Organization's slogan was to save the world, and they were capable of doing anything, neither Celestial Master Zhang nor Ling Tuo had been cold-blooded people who regarded human life as worthless."
"So Ling Tuo's mental state had gone wrong!" Zhang Yuanqing understood.
Master Wuhen remained seated with his palms pressed together, his slow, low voice echoing through the hall:
"It was far more serious than