The voice was quiet, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"You weren't actually involved in Han Ji's death, were you?"
Yi Yang's steps faltered. He turned his head. The voice had come from behind him, and the speaker was Jiang Zhongtian.
At some point, the Deputy Garrison Commissioner of Crossing Peak Stronghold had caught up with him. He walked at Yi Yang's side, his gaze fixed ahead, as though asking an idle question.
Yi Yang put on a perfectly measured, wry smile. He shook his head and said with a touch of helplessness:
"You give me far too much credit, Lord Jiang."
"I may have been fortunate enough to enter the Profound Connection Realm, but against Elder Han of the Dharma Body Realm, I doubt I could have survived even a single move."
He neither admitted it nor denied it too firmly.
When dealing with an old monster who had lived for over a century, speaking in absolutes only made it easier to expose a flaw.
Even though Jiang Zhongtian had helped him several times, he still chose not to tell him the truth.
The reason was simple: killing an elder of the Heavenly Heart Sect was too great a burden of blame for him to shoulder right now. Besides, their relationship had not reached that point.
If word got out that he had killed Han Ji, the Heavenly Heart Sect would never let the matter rest. It was a great sect with a thousand-year legacy, with more Profound Connection Realm experts than could be counted on two hands, at least two or three Grandmaster-level old monsters, and, reportedly, even stronger figures living in seclusion.
If a force of that size demanded answers, who knew whether Lord Jiang alone could withstand the pressure? Some things were