In the end, Shi Chun, Wu Jinliang, and Xiang Lan'er returned to Mount Wukang as instructed.
They reached the foot of the mountain at dusk, with sunset clouds blazing across the sky. The wrecked Mountain Gate archway looked rather desolate.
Their reception was nowhere near as lovely as the sunset, which was only to be expected. Furious Mount Wukang disciples hauled them up the mountain, tugging at their clothes and hair, leaving them in a sorry state.
One female disciple seemed to hate Xiang Lan'er with particular intensity. She clawed at her until she bled, as though she wanted to disfigure her.
Xiang Lan'er took a good look and remembered her.
Had the lower-ranking disciples possessed the authority, the three might even have been beaten to death on the spot.
Disciples above and below were already hanging white funeral streamers. Mourning rites had begun.
"Wretches!"
Before the sect's main hall, Elder Ke let out a furious shout at the sight of the three.
Mount Wukang actually had no evidence of their guilt. The sole grounds for suspicion were that they and Xia Fuli had all left before the incident and could not be reached.
Confronted with public questioning, all three stuck firmly to their story: Elder Xia had summoned them down the mountain and told them to go to the Heavenly Pit in the Southern Foothills. They had no idea why and had merely obeyed. After waiting a long time without seeing Xia Fuli, they had returned.
"If we really had something to hide, how would we dare come back?"
Yin Huixin, whose eyes were red from crying, did not expose their excuses. She simply stared at Shi Chun with eyes that seemed to spit fire.
Shi Chun knew this woman had probably already received a warning from the Demonic