Chapter 50

Wen Yun straightened his collar without betraying a thing. The same gentle smile remained on his face.

"Everyone, it's been a long time. I trust you've been well."

As soon as he spoke, the less powerful experts from the various Sects retreated as though they had seen a ghost.

The atmosphere grew even stranger.

The Sect Master gave the direct disciple beside him a look.

The disciple scooped Li Zi up with one arm, turned, and ran.

Li Zi, tucked under his armpit: "..."

What was going on?

"Senior Brother?"

The disciple and the other lower-cultivation Sect disciples retreated to another peak of Flame Hall before finally stopping.

From this distance, the figures on Flame Hall's Main Peak plaza were nothing but tiny black dots.

The disciple said gravely, "Junior Sister Rong, the Sect Masters just discussed what they each knew and pieced together some clues about the last war between immortals and demons. They suspect Senior Wen Yun may be colluding with the Demon Realm. A battle could break out at any moment. It's best for disciples with cultivation as low as ours to stay out of it."

Most importantly, they had to get Li Zi farther away.

Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage and above could hear her thoughts.

If Wen Yun heard her expose his dirty secrets, he might set his heart on killing her.

At the mention of a fight, Li Zi immediately perked up.

"Wen Yun doesn't look like a good person. Those seniors are truly wise."

Li Zi kept her praise restrained aloud, but inwardly she had already praised the Sect Masters to Heaven, showering them with every compliment she could muster.

The system was moved too. [Today, we might actually see that scumbag brought to justice. Heaven has eyes! What do they mean when they say retribution isn't absent, only waiting for its time? This is it!]

Li Zi nodded vigorously. [Exactly. Wen Yun will get what's coming to him!]

But if she couldn't witness it with her own eyes, the spectacle would lose its flavor.

Her eyes darted around. "Senior Brother, is there any way to see what's happening over there? It's too far away. I can't see clearly."

The disciple smiled and waved a hand.

A Waterfall on the peak flowed upward, forming a curtain of water before them.

On it appeared the scene unfolding in the plaza at that very moment.

The Sect Masters had yet to draw their blades, but their positions alone made their wariness of Wen Yun clear.

To prevent any mishaps, they had already subdued every Rosy Cloud Sect expert, bound them hand and foot, and had the retreating disciples take them away.

Wen Yun noticed these oddities too.

But on second thought, he could think of nothing about himself that warranted such caution.

Perhaps he was imagining things?

The Five Elements Sect Master stroked his beard and smiled. "Pavilion Master Wen Yun, you've spent all these years cultivating in the Painting Pavilion. What brings you all this way today?"

Wen Yun lightly tapped the lotus with his toes and descended gracefully to the ground. His calm gaze settled on Gong Lin.

"I came for him."

Then he sighed softly, his voice steeped in lingering tenderness.

"Back then, he was the reason Feifei was so restless and kept quarreling with me. His intentions are rotten. I warned him long ago not to go near Flame Hall. Today, he broke his promise, so I've come to punish him myself."

With every word, he proclaimed his own devotion while smearing Huo Fei.

Li Zi muttered inwardly, [He really has a way with words. System, if we didn't know what he was truly like, he might have fooled us too.]

The disciples around her nodded in agreement.

The system said, [I hope those Sect Masters don't fall for his honeyed words.]

Gong Lin threw back his head and laughed toward Heaven. The hoarse sound was cold to the bone.

"Wen Yun, not a single word out of your mouth is true. Fine. You say my senior sister and I had an affair. Then tell me this: after you married her, I never returned to the Sect, much less went anywhere near her. How did you come to know me? And how exactly were she and I involved?"

What he once could not have explained even with eight mouths was, on closer inspection, riddled with holes.

Wen Yun frowned slightly, a chill flashing deep in his eyes.

Gong Lin had always been poor with words. Why was he arguing back today?

"I saw your portrait at Feifei's place. She often spoke of you."

With that, he waved a hand. A length of seven-colored silk slipped from his palm and shot toward Gong Lin like a swimming dragon.

"Everyone, this is an ugly matter within our household. Please hand him over to me."

Bang!

A sword, a bolt of lightning, and an umbrella struck together.

In an instant, the silk was sliced into scraps that fluttered to the ground.

Wen Yun's expression changed. He looked coldly at the three who had struck.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The Spirit Sword Sect Master smiled. "Come now, we haven't gotten to the bottom of this yet. Pavilion Master Wen Yun, don't be so eager to take him away. You'll look guilty."

Wen Yun frowned. "What do I have to feel guilty about? Go on, tell me."

He seemed so open and forthright that some began to doubt what they had heard in Li Zi's thoughts.

Could the information the system had uncovered be wrong?

Just then, a Flame Hall elder said quietly, "Pavilion Master Wen Yun, was the painting you saw made by our Hall Master's own hand?"

Wen Yun nodded readily. "It was."

The Flame Hall elder said, "Our Hall Master was no good at painting. In fact, she never touched a brush, ink, paper, or inkstone."

Wen Yun gave a cold snort. "Then you didn't know her well enough."

A Flame Hall disciple could not help but interject, "Junior Sister and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. I never once saw her touch brush or ink, paper or inkstone."

Even with his lie exposed, Wen Yun remained as unruffled as a passing cloud and gentle breeze.

"Perhaps she learned later."

The people of Flame Hall fell silent.

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