Tai Zhengping's face darkened. "Zhang Xuanzheng and I are speaking here. What right have you to interrupt?"
Yet the young disciple said, "What Martial Uncle and Zhang Xuanzheng are discussing concerns my master. As Master's direct disciple, I cannot refrain from asking. I ask Martial Uncle to grant me a chance to speak." As he spoke, he bowed deeply.
Tai Zhengping looked to Zhang Yu and said apologetically, "Zhang Xuanzheng, this is truly discourteous."
Zhang Yu did not mind. He said calmly, "Since he is Fellow Daoist Ji's direct disciple, there is no reason to deny him the chance to speak."
Tai Zhengping looked at the young disciple, his tone softening slightly. "What exactly do you wish to say? Think it through before you speak."
The young disciple raised his head and glanced at him. "Martial Uncle, the image we saw earlier may not necessarily have been the truth."
Upon hearing this, Tai Zhengping sat there silently for a long while.
He knew that his martial nephew was stubborn by nature. Once he set his mind on something, he would not let go. He had not wanted to bring him along today, but this man was the only disciple his junior martial brother had left behind here. It would have been hard to justify not bringing him.
In truth, no matter how his junior martial brother had died, he could understand the circumstances at the time. The truth itself was not important. So long as he could obtain a plausible explanation from Zhang Yu, he would have something to account for upon returning.
Yet once those words had been spoken, this matter could no longer be settled so easily. It had to be thoroughly investigated.
After quite some time, he slowly said, "Zhang Xuanzheng, I naturally believe what you have