Above the Dragon Expulsion Dao Field, killing intent howled like a gale.
Xu Yan slowly rose to his feet and glanced toward the surrounding platforms. Shadowy figures filled them; more than a hundred people had arrived, all watching him with varying expressions.
"Xu Yan, did Huangfu Ziyang die by your hand?" On the platform to the right, Huangfu Ke stood in a fluttering yellow robe. His face was faintly angry, his chest rising and falling as he shouted the question.
"No."
Xu Yan merely glanced at him, then calmly sat back down to cultivate his spirit as though no one else were there.
The surrounding disciples watched the scene with strange expressions. They had thought Xu Yan would offer some explanation, never expecting such a blunt answer.
Clearly, Huangfu Ke was deeply dissatisfied with that answer. If not for the senior disciples enforcing the rules being present, he would have rushed down into the Dao Field and grabbed Xu Yan by the collar to demand answers.
"Brother Huangfu, the clan has yet to get to the bottom of this matter. Do not wrong a good man."
At that moment, someone else rode the wind over from afar, his voice arriving before he did.
The disciples looked over at the sound. It was a senior brother dressed in the robes of Wanxiang Academy.
The moment he arrived, quite a few people recognized him and immediately rose to cup their hands in salute.
It was Zhuge Jin, a disciple on the Hidden Dragon Rankings.
He stood eighty-sixth on the Hidden Dragon Rankings. He had shone brilliantly during both the Spirit Seizing Dharma Assembly and the Demon Covenant Dharma Assembly, achieving impressive placements. His eventual cultivation in the Divine Land was as certain as a nail driven into a board.
"Zhuge Jin, this