Each with Their Own Schemes

Heavenly Court, Azure Luan Palace.

Hong Jing slowly entered the grand hall and looked up at the young immortal general seated high above. His expression was complicated, with a trace of admiration mixed in.

He had always felt that Azure Luan was stubborn in his actions, that his way of thinking differed from ordinary people's. To put it harshly, it was as though there was something wrong with his head.

Yet only after returning from Void Mountain did Hong Jing suddenly realize why Azure Luan had been able to command a fourth-rank immortal seal.

He had actually drawn out the single thread from a tangled mess and followed it to uncover fragments of the truth. It was terrifying.

"I went to Void Mountain. Peak Master Muyang of Formation Peak received me."

"After chatting for several days, I brought these things back."

Hong Jing stepped up the long stairs and handed over the jade slip in his palm. "You were right. That young man named Shen Yi was not an heir raised by Void Mountain since childhood. More precisely, Void Mountain may have known him for about as long as we have."

"Why would they tell you such things?" Azure Luan remained utterly unruffled.

"Under normal circumstances, matters within an immortal sect would naturally not be disclosed to outsiders. But Shen Yi's title as peak master was improperly obtained—he seized it from a Void Mountain disciple, which created discord among his fellow disciples."

Hong Jing pondered for a moment. "You are worried that they wish to pit members of the same sect against one another and use our blade to kill someone, so they fabricated these false claims? There is no need to worry about that. After all, I am no fool."

As he spoke, he glanced at the jade slip.