The two before him sang in harmony, each echoing the other, but Jiang Che saw things clearly.
Luo Wenling's claim that he could not wait three years could still be taken as concern for him. But then Yu Cheng followed that thread and brought up Martial Uncle Ji Qi. From the sound of it, they meant to haul him before Ji Qi to lodge a complaint.
At the Treasury Hall, Yu Qiao had used him as a tool to slap Yu Cheng in the face. Conversely, why couldn't Senior Brother Yu Cheng seize on this incident to lodge a complaint before their elders?
Everything Luo Wenling had said earlier-how spoiled Yu Qiao was, how overbearing, how much Yu Cheng endured, how unfairly he was treated-was, in the end, only one side of the story.
Jiang Che had indeed witnessed Yu Qiao's arrogance, but he had never seen how Yu Cheng dealt with her.
If Senior Brother Yu Cheng truly tolerated everything, how could the incident Luo Wenling had mentioned, where their quarrel escalated into a fight to the death, have happened so easily?
Well, not necessarily. Given what Yu Qiao was like, losing patience with her was entirely possible.
Still, Jiang Che had his doubts. When things ultimately reached the point of fellow disciples drawing swords against one another, it was hard to say how much truth there was in that supposed constant forbearance.
Even in this present matter, who knew whether Yu Cheng's merely leaving instructions without exchanging for the Spirit Essence beforehand had been an oversight, something he had failed to anticipate, or deliberate bait?
What if he knew Yu Qiao's temperament and had done it on purpose?
That was possible. After all, Yu Qiao did not know when Jiang Che would need the Spirit Essence. All she