Did I Fall for a Fake Story?

"..."

Flame Hall Elder's eyes grew moist.

Listening to these apologies, he looked toward the direction where Huo Fei was in seclusion.

Sect Master, did you hear that?

The grievances of so many years have finally been washed away.

The system said, [Host, what you say is true, but in truth, this matter was also intentionally manipulated by Wen Yun, and everyone else was deceived by him.]

The hearts of the powerhouses, laden with guilt, fell as if into a muddy swamp, only to be

redeemed

by the system's words.

If not handled well, this intense sense of guilt and culpability might eventually become the greatest stumbling block on their path of cultivation.

[Wen Yun has always projected a persona to the outside world. He is aloof and proud, refusing to mingle with the worldly, and after marriage, he was a devoted and unwaveringly faithful husband. But in private, he would use cold violence, intentionally acting affectionate with other women in front of Huo Fei, driving a proud woman like Huo Fei to the brink of a mental breakdown. After Huo Fei left, he chased after her, visiting multiple times to cultivate his persona of a devoted lover.]

[All these external reputations were deliberately crafted by Wen Yun. Huo Fei did not know how to manage such things, and after snapping a few times, she ended up with a bad reputation of being jealous, petty, and short-tempered. This was all Wen Yun deceiving the world; everyone else was tricked. While they cannot be said to be entirely innocent, the true mastermind is indeed Wen Yun.]

Everyone felt somewhat tearful.

Even though they knew the damage they had caused to Huo Fei was already indelible and apologies were far too late,

hearing the system say this still provided an outlet for their emotions, preventing them from spawning heart demons out of guilt and self-blame.

Afterward, they would do things to make amends.

Furthermore, they would absolutely not let this Wen Yun go!

Flame Hall Elder patted Gong Lin's shoulder. "You've suffered over the years, Gong Lin. Back then, you were so arrogant and proud, often wielding your sword to challenge the strong. After Wen Yun destroyed your cultivation, it must have been very painful."

Gong Lin lowered his eyelids, gripping the sword in his hand tightly.

"Whatever injuries I've suffered are nothing. I only hope you all will allow me to spend the rest of my life accompanying Fei'er."

Flame Hall Sect Master let out a light sigh. "Very well, we permit you to re-enter Flame Hall."

Li Zi looked down from above as all the sect masters gathered together to chat.

Although she could not hear what they were saying, seeing that they showed no signs of drawing swords against each other, she could relax just a little.

[Now that they're having a proper talk like this, exchanging what each of them knows, it's so much better.]

The system agreed, [Indeed, communication was necessary.]

The Flame Hall elders knew Wen Yun's true face.

Li Zi felt that as long as they could sit down and have a good chat, they should be able to unearth Wen Yun, this scourge of the cultivation world.

The big shots were chatting, and Li Zi did not interfere.

She was just about to ask the system where Wen Yun was right now. With Gong Lin making such a grand scene ascending the Flame Hall Mountain Gate, Wen Yun probably wouldn't just ignore it.

Suddenly, she sensed a gaze carrying intense killing intent.

She turned her head to look, only to see the Rosy Cloud Palace master staring straight at her with blood-red eyes.

[Huh? Why is this Rosy Cloud Palace master staring at me? System, help me check if there's any tea here.]

Thud!

A heavy blow smashed into the back of the Rosy Cloud Palace master's head.

That powerhouse carrying the club then kicked the Rosy Cloud Palace sect master right in the stomach, sending him flying several meters away.

The man's movements were crisp and decisive, and his strike was heavy. The Rosy Cloud Palace sect master passed out cold on the spot.

He was still cursing as he spoke, "Old bastard, staring at an eight-year-old little girl even now—have you no shame, you beast!"

Li Zi shuddered.

[Never mind, don't check. I don't want to look at disgusting things.]

The system replied, [This guy's gaze is pretty disgusting, but there are still plenty of good people in the world. That martial brother vented your frustration for you. If only they could beat up Wen Yun like that too; now that's the real villain.]

Li Zi nodded. [You said he wasn't a bad guy before, though.]

The system replied, [I was wrong.]

Hearing that Li Zi's attention had been diverted,

the powerhouses present all breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people gave a thumbs-up to the powerhouse carrying the club.

That on-the-spot reaction was way too fast, averting a crisis right there.

If the system had really run a check, it might have exposed the fact that they could hear Li Zi's inner voice.

The various sect masters in the center of the square were discussing how to deal with Wen Yun next, as well as how to compensate Flame Hall.

Suddenly, a wave of floral fragrance drifted over as a group of people rode lotuses from afar and drew near.

Although the appearances of those people on the lotuses could not be seen clearly, the faint lotus fragrance was fresh, elegant, and refreshing to the mind and body.

Someone let out a cry of surprise. "It's Wen Yun! People from the Painting Pavilion!"

Li Zi curiously looked over in that direction.

Once the lotuses drew close, the leading man wore white robes with black hair cascading over his shoulders. His lips were red, his teeth white, and he was extraordinarily handsome and striking.

Especially the cinnabar mark between his eyebrows, which was bright and dazzlingly eye-catching.

Seeing this person in the flesh, Li Zi could finally understand why the entire cultivation world thought he was a good person.

His facial features had sharp lines, yet his aura was peaceful. He possessed a pair of amorous peach-blossom eyes, but his gaze lacked worldly desires, revealing only detachment and aloofness.

At this moment, he wore a smile, his whole body exuding an otherworldly temperament of detachment from worldly strife.

Usually, whenever Wen Yun appeared, the major sects would immediately surround him to converse with him amiably,

or gaze at him with looks of appreciation and admiration.

This time, however, Wen Yun felt that the atmosphere at the scene carried an indescribable strangeness.

There was a hint of vigilance in the way these people looked at him, mixed with some unclear and indefinable tension.

Could it be that he hadn't dressed properly today?

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