Several days later.
Inside a magnificent palace, the sound of the zither flowed without end, lingering beneath the rafters for three days.
Wang Ziqin played the zither while Wang Zixuan danced. Fang Qing reclined in a cushioned chair, casually eating spirit fruits, his expression carefree.
After the song ended, Wang Ziqin's expression turned somewhat plaintive. "Fellow Daoist, you lit the fire, but it's my clan that's been thrown into such a commotion..."
"Haha... Fellow Daoist Ziqin, you're wronging me. These are pests your Wang Clan bred yourselves; it has nothing to do with me... Besides, I helped your clan eliminate a hidden threat." Fang Qing smiled. "If they dared frame these Core Formation Early Stage cultivators today, tomorrow they'd dare sell out your Core Formation Late Stage ancestor... People like that need to be dealt a heavy blow!"
"Easy for you to say..."
Wang Zixuan felt a faint bitterness in her heart. It came not only from the pain of being betrayed by those close to her own family, but also from the headache of dealing with the aftermath...
Quite a few of the Wang Clan members who had framed Wang Jinhai and Wang Jinfeng were related to her family. Some were even her own cousins or nephews... What could she do when a whole group of white-haired elders knelt before her, pleading bitterly?
"Every lineage will produce a few unfilial descendants as it grows. And on the path of cultivation, the divide between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation is a chasm of magical power and Divine Abilities, as well as a difference of several centuries in lifespan... How many people could resist being tempted?" Wang Ziqin was more accepting of it. She curtsied. "Even so, we must thank you, fellow Daoist... Grand-Uncle Feng has made preparations to open the