Sensing the vast, almost tangible pressure radiating from Qing Yuan, along with the faint but chilling murderous intent of Bi Jing and Patriarch Fakong, Song Wen smiled calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Yuan, we have both seen more than our share of this world's deceit and treachery. Why dress your words in such righteous finery?"
"You and the late Yin Jiu merely covet my Divine Blood Sect's cultivation arts and secret techniques. Until recently, you were content to scheme in the shadows. Now that Yin Jiu is dead, you can no longer sit still. Like cornered dogs leaping over a wall, you have openly attacked my Divine Blood Sect. What, do you think Fellow Daoist Bi Jing's help will let you breach our sect-protecting formation?"
When he had interrogated the souls of Yin Jiu and the nine monks, none had mentioned Bi Jing. Thus, Song Wen suspected that she had only joined forces with Qing Yuan within the past day or two. Otherwise, Yin Jiu and the others would not have been utterly ignorant of her involvement.
"Bi Jing?!"
Qing Yuan turned toward Bi Jing beside him, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes.
A trace of surprise also appeared on Bi Jing's face. She seemed taken aback that Song Wen knew her true name.
She was just about to explain something to Qing Yuan when Song Wen spoke at precisely the right moment.
"Qing Yuan, it seems this woman has deceived you as well. She has not told you her true origins. You should exercise caution when working with someone so deeply scheming, Fellow Daoist Qing Yuan. Otherwise, she may plot against you one day, and you will still be kept in the dark."
Qing Yuan ignored Song Wen, but his gaze grew darker as he stared at Bi Jing.