While Chu Mo devoted himself to refining his treasures, the affair in the Profound Separation Realm slowly came to a head.
And Xuan Cheng, constrained by his consistently good reputation, met with an unexpected mishap when none should have occurred.
"Junior Brother Xuan Cheng, what do you have to say?"
On Harmony Truth Peak, True Lord Ming Su sat at the head of the hall, gazing impassively at Xuan Cheng below him, his voice devoid of fluctuation.
Xuan Cheng looked at him, wanting to speak, then stopping, then wanting to speak again. In the end, he merely sighed and said nothing more. Whether it was true or false was not really that important; what mattered was that they had caught him by the tail.
"Since Junior Brother has no objections..."
Ming Su paused, seemingly considering something, then continued, "We will first deduct ten thousand strands from your fortune allotment. If the investigation proves that you were not responsible, the fortune will be returned."
Xuan Cheng said nothing, merely turning his head away. Ten thousand strands of fortune, twenty years' worth of allotments, was not much. The affair simply left him rather displeased.
Others might not know, but he knew better than anyone. Dream Dao divine abilities excelled at concealment. Had he truly acted himself, forget a wisp of mist-he would not have caused the slightest disturbance.
The culprit had absolutely done it on purpose!
And aside from the pressure within the association, the hostility from True Lord Changle had inexplicably grown much stronger, as though he had offended her even more deeply.
After everyone withdrew, he sat alone in the hall, lifting his eyes toward the vaulted ceiling and remaining silent for a long time.
*Something was wrong-just who had taken the Dream Butterfly Body, and could even wield it