Lu Song's face darkened completely, and he shouted through gritted teeth:
"Good. Very good."
Lu Song spat out those words one by one, drawing his sword three inches from its sheath with his right hand before pushing it back in.
His gaze swept across Kongwu's face, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Kongwu's expression turned solemn. He pressed his palms together, invoked the Buddha's name, and explained:
"Benefactor Lu, c-could there be some misunderstanding here-"
"Shut up."
Han Zhengqing cut him off directly.
Silence settled over the tent for three breaths.
Lu Song loosened his grip on his sword hilt. It was not that he did not want to strike then and there, but Lu Quanan, Xiao Zhengyan, Yi Yang, and Xie Changxu of Cangwu Mountain were all sitting inside the tent.
Drawing his sword in front of such a gathering would not allow him to kill Kongwu and Kongyue. It would only leave him trapped here.
He turned to glance at Han Zhengqing, and the two exchanged a look.
Go.
Get back and save them first.
"Chief Inspector."
Lu Song turned to Lu Quanan, barely suppressing his fury as he cupped his fist. "I have urgent business to attend to. I must take my leave."
Lu Quanan did not stop him.
"Go."
Lu Song and Han Zhengqing strode out of the tent with their two disciples.
After the people from the Profound Sword Pavilion left, no one in the tent spoke.
Kongwu's fingers tightened around his prayer beads, then relaxed. His tiny eyes, buried in folds of flesh, darted constantly, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Kongyue stood half a step behind him, his entire body taut as a bowstring.
They did not know why the Golden Sun Temple would attack the Profound Sword Pavilion.
No, to be precise,