The great hall was deathly silent.
Jueming gave Kongming a long, deep look, and the chill on his face gradually receded.
He did not answer Kongming's question directly. Instead, his gaze passed over Kongming and settled on Jiang Yuechu, who had remained silent in the back.
"Taining Temple wishes to find Jing Ye. That is only natural."
Jueming slowly stepped forward, the aura of the Wandering Void Sea quietly spreading through the hall.
"But coming to me for a person—have you not come to the wrong place?"
Kongming frowned slightly. "What do you mean, Venerable?"
Juechen let out a cold laugh from the side and pointed at Jiang Yuechu. "What do I mean? Junior Brother Jing Ye died at this person's hands! Rather than question her, your Taining Temple has come to interrogate us. How utterly laughable!"
The moment those words fell.
Zi Ling's eyes widened as she sharply turned her head.
"Th-this, this..."
How could that be possible?!
Little Monk Kongming was likewise rooted to the spot. He turned back with an expression of utter disbelief.
Martial Uncle Jing Ye was a great cultivator at the late Cinnabar Flow stage, even having stepped into the Wandering Void Sea. How could he possibly have been slain by Jiang Yuechu?
"Two Venerables, monks do not speak falsehoods. Is this sort of deception not going a little too far?"
"Believe it or don't, damn it."
Juechen could not be bothered to waste words. He ignored Kongming's questioning entirely, his gaze passing straight over the crowd and landing on the girl.
No matter what.
With this girl, who could kill a Wandering Void Sea cultivator against the odds, present here, along with a Wandering Void Sea Kongming, matters had truly become somewhat troublesome.
Yet no thought of retreat arose in his heart.
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