"...Did he do something foolish because of my illness?"
That question left both Jiang Che and Zhang Erguo speechless on the spot.
What could they say?
Zhang Erguo genuinely did not know the details. Jiang Che had not told him much; he could only dimly guess at something very bad, so he could not bring himself to speak.
Jiang Che could only remain silent, too.
What could he say?
Your father wanted to refine me into a human pill to save you, so I reported him to the higher-ups. The sect arrested him, and by now he's probably already dead?
Jiang Che was not afraid that telling the truth would make Yan We iwan break with him.
His conscience was clear in this matter.
If Yan We iwan considered him her father's killer because of it, Jiang Che did not care. She could think what she liked.
But he had nothing against her personally, and he did not want her to be too upset.
Yet Yan We iwan was no fool. She pressed them question by question, and they fended her off answer by answer, but they were visibly running out of things to say.
Just then, a sudden sound came from outside the courtyard, and someone opened the gate.
Looking out, they saw five or six people enter. Their leader was someone both Jiang Che and Zhang Erguo knew.
Zhang Pou.
This Qi Refining Practitioner belonged to the Verdant Mist Hall and managed matters concerning registered disciples.
Jiang Che went out to meet him. "Greetings, Senior Brother Zhang. What brings you here today?"
"You're here too, Junior Brother Jiang." Zhang Pou was courteous enough. "Something has happened to Yan Shicheng. The hall needs to reclaim this courtyard and put it in order for the next instructor. I've brought a