Inside the main hall of Heavenly Derivation Peak, Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Chu Xingchen reached out and caught the silver coin he had flicked away. He did not open his hand, but held it tightly.
Yan Yun stood behind him, looking at Chu Xingchen's calm face and his extraordinarily resolute eyes.
To Yan Yun, the way Chu Xingchen looked now was not much of a contrast.
She still had her own judgment of Chu Xingchen. A shameless man could not gather such a group of naturally intelligent geniuses to establish a sect with him at its core.
Quite the contrary, Chu Xingchen could indeed be a little shameless at times, but he had never made any major mistakes in handling matters.
Yan Yun turned her gaze toward her master.
Chu Xingchen gripped the silver coin tightly. If he intended it, never mind heads or tails-making the coin stand on edge would take no more than a thought.
Uncle-Master Bai had not told Chu Xingchen. Clearly, she did not want him to know.
Lü Xuan stood still. He no longer looked at the silver coin clutched in Chu Xingchen's hand, but looked straight into his eyes and said:
"Bai Xuanling's temper might be somewhat fierce, but she isn't a bloodthirsty person."
"Some of the stories about her in legends are exaggerated, too. Her hands may have taken innocent lives, but there shouldn't be many."
"I can't say that mistakenly killing innocent people is blameless. But for Bai Xuanling to ascend to Tribulation Transcendence, the firmness of her soul is beyond doubt. Those mistakes wouldn't taint her with such viciousness."
"What she's like now is actually her own choice."
"A choice she made when her cultivation was still only at Mahayana."
Lü Xuan sighed softly, gently raised a hand, and took out a