Zhao Qian's heart skipped a beat at those words. Could he be coming after me?
Still, he forced himself to remain calm and squeezed out a smile. "Naturally, it's because the sect leader trusts you and believes only you can handle this properly, old brother."
Ying Ruomu's brutal mistreatment of his fellow disciples was neither a major matter nor a trivial one. Handling it properly would take considerable finesse.
"How could Yuan Hao, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, have plotted something like this alone? There must be someone else behind him," Huang Shu said pointedly.
The wine cup in Zhao Qian's hand suddenly stopped. He and Huang Shu looked at each other, neither saying another word.
The atmosphere in the entire room instantly sank into an icy, deathly silence.
Seeing that neither Golden Core cultivator seemed able to back down gracefully, Li Yu tactfully spoke up. "I happened to encounter Yuan Hao here at the Setting Sun Terrace before. When he spoke of his origins, he claimed to be an inheritor of True Lord Wenxiang's legacy. I suspect remnants of the White Lotus Church are hiding within the sect."
"Oh? Is that so?" Huang Shu responded first, looking slightly surprised.
Zhao Qian's expression eased somewhat as well, but he lowered his head and drank in silence.
"Junior brother, since this involves the White Lotus Church, I need to conduct a soul search as soon as possible. I won't trouble you any longer." Huang Shu stood and raised a cup to Zhao Qian. After drinking it, he had Shen Yan escort Yuan Hao out of the Setting Sun Terrace under guard.
In the blink of an eye, only Li Yu and Zhao Qian remained.
Li Yu had not expected things to end so quickly. Did that mean he could leave now?