"Wei Zhilin?"
Xin Wuming recognized the newcomer. His pupils contracted sharply, and his expression turned exceedingly grim.
Wei Zhilin said nothing. He took a pill from his robes, gave it to Liu Ben, and helped him sit on a nearby rock. Only then did he rise unhurriedly and cast Xin Wuming a cold glance.
"Wei Zhilin... I advise you to stay out of this!"
Xin Wuming blustered, fierce in appearance but fearful within.
"An injustice is everyone's business!"
With those words, Wei Zhilin stepped onto the stone bridge.
The drizzling rain gradually stopped.
The fresh air carried a chill.
At the sight of the bloodstained bridge and the guards' bodies strewn across it, anger touched Wei Zhilin's face, ordinarily so composed and dignified.
His expression sinister, Xin Wuming slowly approached Wei Zhilin.
The two stopped in the middle of the stone bridge.
The air abruptly grew heavy. Even the river's muddy, surging waves beneath the bridge became gentle and still.
A heron foraging after the rain glided slowly over the river. Sensing something unusual in the air, it hastily beat its wings and fled...
"Hand him over to me... and I can pretend this never happened..."
A shadow flickered deep in Xin Wuming's eyes as he spoke menacingly.
Expressionless, Wei Zhilin slowly shook his head.
Countless needles of primordial energy, each as fine as an ox's hair, suddenly erupted from Xin Wuming's palm.
Like a spiderweb, they enveloped Wei Zhilin in biting cold.
Wei Zhilin raised his brows. The three long strands of his beard stirred without wind, and a glassy sheen appeared on his face. He exuded authority without anger.
He crossed his palms, faint red and blue mists swirling between his fingers. In an instant, clear radiance covered his entire body. Like a deity, he was impossible to