Although Madam Sun did everything she could to shirk responsibility in her words.
Calling everything "conjecture" or a "possibility."
The old woman of the Jiang family was no fool. The moment Madam Sun mentioned the "Soul-Restoring Pill," she had more or less guessed what had happened.
Most likely, this woman had joined forces with her three grandsons to murder someone for his treasures.
But their target had been a tiger pretending to be a pig. Her three grandsons had blundered straight into him and fallen at his hands instead!
My three grandsons were the finest of men, gentle and kind. They must have been bewitched by this woman to do something so despicable!
At that thought, she could not help glaring furiously at Madam Sun.
But Madam Sun merely wore a bitter smile, putting on an air of having nothing to do with it.
"Hmph! You shameless vixen, you bring nothing but disaster!"
The old woman took the jade slip containing the information and appearance of the "cultivator surnamed Feng," spat, and left without looking back.
Only Madam Sun remained seated, her expression shifting uncertainly.
There were actually two main reasons she had previously kept silent about the attempt to steal the Soul-Restoring Pill.
First, she did not want to damage the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion's reputation.
Many trading companies secretly maintained hired thugs to target cultivators who flaunted their wealth but had no backing. Such things could be done in secret, but never brought into the open, or many cultivators would give the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion a wide berth.
Second, she dared not offend that Fellow Daoist Feng.
He had killed the Jiang Brothers and five Core Formation Cultivators from the Yinghai Trading Company, including Elder Chen, in one fell swoop. Regardless of how Fellow Daoist Feng had accomplished it, neither she