"Master, could it be that you and Extreme Yin also..."
Qiao Mengyu's gaze kept sweeping back and forth between Song Wen and Bai Wei. Her eyes reddened, gradually filling with tears, as though she was unwilling to believe that everything she had heard was real.
Bai Wei did not answer Qiao Mengyu. She merely widened her eyes and glared furiously at Song Wen.
As for the others, each reacted differently.
Ye Bing, who had been bristling with rage just moments ago, saw the entanglement between Bai Wei and Qiao Mengyu, master and disciple, and for some reason, her anger lessened somewhat.
Wang Qiuyue's eyes gleamed as she held a flask of spirit wine, taking a swig from it every now and then.
Lan Chen, meanwhile, had her brows tightly furrowed. As she looked at Song Wen, the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide.
As for Yan Yuyan—
She felt that Song Wen's exposed identity had something to do with her. Had she not appeared today, perhaps this scene would not have unfolded. Thus, she felt somewhat guilty and at a loss.
Song Wen, at the center of the storm, was instead unnervingly calm.
He suddenly raised a hand and rubbed his brow hard, as if trying to knead away the irritation in his heart.
"Since everyone is here today, let's take this chance to lay everything out in the open."
After briefly collecting his thoughts, Song Wen continued.
"Bai Wei, Ye Bing, Qiao Mengyu—I did indeed make promises to all of you, but those were at different times. It was not because I was fickle or lustful. Cultivators live long lives; over thousands upon thousands of years, who can guarantee that their heart will always remain unchanged?"
At this point, Song Wen turned his gaze toward Ye Bing.