Surprise was only part of it. Daoist Menghen even felt that his disciple, who had always been so proper and disciplined, was deceiving him today.
Yet Lu Changkong repeated himself, weeping as though his heart had shattered, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Master, Yang Chen killed Junior Brother! I don't know what method that brat used. Junior Brother and I had only split up to pursue him for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea when Junior Brother died on the spot. By the time I arrived, Yang Chen had already swaggered away. He even mocked you, Master, saying you could do nothing to him. Master, Junior Brother must have lost his cool in order to defend your dignity and reputation, which was why he suffered such a terrible loss. You must seek justice for Junior Brother!"
Lu Changkong was now crying as heartbreakingly as heartbreakingly could be.
He knew very well that if he did not cry so miserably, he would never escape punishment. After all, Yu Zhengguang's death was, in the final analysis, partly his responsibility as well.
If he had used the treasure his master had given him sooner, perhaps none of this would have happened.
If he had stayed together with his junior brother, Yang Chen presumably would not have dared lay a hand on his junior brother.
But how could he possibly say such things? He merely kept embellishing the story, hoping to kindle his master's fury.
As he spoke, Lu Changkong handed over his junior brother's corpse.
When Daoist Menghen saw Yu Zhengguang's corpse, raging flames of fury surged forth, thoroughly provoked. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Yang Chen, Yang Chen! I, Menghen, cannot exist beneath the same sky as you!"
He, Daoist Menghen, had roamed the