In the courtyard, Chen Ming drank as he casually said, "Brother Deng, there's something I'd like you to help me look into."
"What is it? Go ahead." Deng Ziyang was in rare high spirits and had drunk several extra cups.
"You know Wu Martial Hall, right? How did its previous hall master die?"
Deng Ziyang slapped the table and said, "You've asked the right person. I've gone through quite a few old case files lately, and I happened to come across this case."
Chen Ming filled his cup and asked, "Who exactly killed him?"
"It was his eldest disciple, Wu Yao, who was also his adopted son. Wu Yao had always thought the master would pass his legacy on to him, but in the end, he chose Liu Fu, who had entered the hall last. Wu Yao grew resentful, poisoned his master to death, stole Wu Martial Hall's secret manuals, and fled. His whereabouts remain unknown to this day."
So he really had been killed by his own disciple.
Chen Ming continued, "What happened afterward? And what about Hall Master Wu's daughter dying suddenly on her wedding night?"
Deng Ziyang sneered. "What sudden death? It was all fake. That woman simply didn't want to marry Liu Fu, so she eloped with another man on the night of the wedding."
"So that was it."
Chen Ming drained the cup before him, finding the wine unusually bitter as it went down.
Now, everything fell into place.
Old Liu's life had truly been bitter beyond measure...
His master had died, poisoned by his disciple and adopted son. He had fallen out with several of his fellow disciples. In the end, even the woman he loved had eloped with another man.
No wonder his mentality had collapsed. He drank himself senseless every day and