"Who goes there?" An Immortal King stared at Meng Chuan and the other two who had appeared without warning. His expression turned grave.
Meng Chuan looked at the Immortal King and the Quasi-Immortal King beside him and replied coldly.
"You know perfectly well."
Wushi was standing right there. Did they expect him to believe they did not know what Wushi looked like?
They were speaking lies with their eyes wide open, while he could tell the truth with his eyes shut, Ni!
"Weren't you looking for us?" Meng Chuan was calm. He did not take them seriously.
"Well, here we are."
"Are you this man's elder?" asked the Immortal King of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Palace.
Anxiety gnawed at him. How had they managed to bring such a huge problem down on his head?
"You could call me his teacher." Meng Chuan nodded, then continued with a chill in his voice. "You want to kill him?"
"He killed my disciple!" the Quasi-Immortal King beside him cut in. "A life for a life. That has been the rule since ancient times!"
"Do you know why your disciple was killed?" Meng Chuan asked. The Quasi-Immortal King's gaze flickered. Of course he knew.
If he had had the time back then, he would even have acted personally to help that unfortunate True Immortal seize Wushi's body.
"But my disciple is the one who's dead now! He was a True Immortal!" The Quasi-Immortal King "argued his case." Between a True Immortal and a cultivator who had yet to attain immortality, whose life was worth more? The answer needed no thought.
He deliberately left out the fact that Wushi was a cultivator walking the Red Dust Immortal Path.
"So the victim is guilty for fighting back." Meng Chuan smiled, warm as spring sunshine. "My disciple