Hearing Chen Yangqi say this, Yang Chen roughly understood the situation.
It seemed Daoist Menghen still did not know what was going on, nor did Chen Yangqi. For now, he had merely gathered everyone here, intending to confront the matter face-to-face.
The corners of Yang Chen's mouth lifted. This was the best approach. Daoist Qiangong and Fufeng Daoist truly were old ginger—spicier with age. With everyone confronting one another together, Daoist Menghen would find it hard to turn the tables. If they were too eager to explain the matter, they would instead give her an opportunity to make excuses.
"Sect Master, you need only ask Yang Chen about all this." Daoist Qiangong said calmly, "This old man has come today merely to bear witness."
Fufeng Daoist said nothing, but his gaze clearly conveyed the same meaning.
Seeing that both men were acting this way, Chen Yangqi naturally grew curious and turned his gaze toward Yang Chen.
Daoist Menghen could not help developing a bad premonition. Yang Chen's return alive had already greatly surprised her. She felt that the plan had not unfolded as she had expected. Coupled with Zhang Min's return, she knew that something must have gone wrong along the way.
Yet she could not determine what exactly had gone wrong. Thus, she maintained her usual calm on the surface, though inwardly she had long since lost all composure. Zhang Min was someone she had personally pushed into the abyss—what did it mean for her to appear before her like this now?
Yang Chen himself was taking the lead in this matter, and he did not find it strange. This matter had begun because of him in the first place. If he did not open it himself and instead let Daoist Qiangong and Fufeng Daoist do so, that would