Inside the main hall.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Saintess Qingyi—scrutinizing, doubtful, furious, heartbroken.
Gazes shot at her like sharp swords, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
Jade Sword True Person sat upright in the seat of honor, his blazing gaze locked on Saintess Qingyi as he asked in a deep voice, "Qingyi, I ask you this: Chen Shan is still alive. Did you know?"
Saintess Qingyi's heart lurched, and her expression shifted slightly.
Sure enough, paper could not wrap fire. The sect had learned of Chen Shan after all.
She drew a deep breath and answered candidly, "This disciple knew."
A low murmur immediately swept through the hall.
Several elders whispered among themselves. Some shook their heads and sighed, while others wore expressions of anger.
"Good. It is good that you admit it."
Jade Sword True Person nodded, his gaze turning sharper. "Then let me ask you again. Four days ago, Jade Sky True Person went to find Chen Shan. Now his soul lamp has gone out, and he has fallen. Did this have anything to do with you?"
Saintess Qingyi raised her head and looked calmly at Jade Sword True Person. "Sect Master, Jade Sky True Person went to find Chen Shan without this disciple's invitation. This disciple did not even know that Jade Sky True Person had left the sect. As for how he fell, this disciple does not know."
"You don't know?"
Azure Dragon Holy Son gave a cold laugh and stepped out from the crowd, his voice thick with resentment. "Junior Sister Qingyi, over the past three years, you frequently left the sect. Every time, you went to Blood Dragon Mountain in search of Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng, then delivered it to Chen Shan's cave abode. If not for you, how would my master have