"Hu Ze died on Autumn Wind Plain?"
In the chancellor's residence in Sacred Capital City, Yue Dongyang and Lu Yuan soon received an urgent dispatch from the government troops, learning that a Second Sage of the Confucian Dao had appeared and killed Hu Ze.
Lu Yuan sprang to his feet in shock, making the teacup beside him rattle. "This is utterly outrageous!"
"Those three villains have lost their minds! Do they truly think silencing a witness will conceal their collusion with the Puppet Dao and their plot against Great Qian's Dragon Vein? No, I must make this public and let the world see their true faces!"
"Wait," Yue Dongyang said. "There are many strange things about this affair. We must not act rashly!"
Suspicion showed on his face as his thoughts raced.
But the matter had a thousand tangled threads, involving Primordial Spirit Great Powers and imperial dynasty fortune. The many clues had long since become a hopeless knot.
After a long while, he could only sigh mournfully and urge, "The situation is complicated. We had better think about how to give Grand Preceptor Hu a dignified send-off!"
Lu Yuan looked incredulous. "We still have to give him a dignified send-off?"
Yue Dongyang looked at him expressionlessly. "Do you intend to tell the world that Grand Preceptor Hu was never a subject of Great Qian, but a Puppet Master in disguise? Even if you say it, the one on Zhang Mountain would have to believe you. And what about Grand Preceptor Hu's arrogant troops and fierce generals? Believe me, they would mutiny on the spot!"
"Besides, many devout men and women among the common people worship the Grand Preceptor. If you dare call him an evil fiend following a deviant path... think about the consequences!"
Lu Yuan slumped back into