Faced with the sect leader's rebuke,
Shangguan Hong's face flushed slightly. Shamefully enough, he had chickened out when Chu Xingchen had been about to draw his sword.
With that sword strike of Yaoqin's, even just standing off to the side, Shangguan Hong had felt the star of death flashing wildly above his head.
At this very moment, in this situation, Shangguan Hong could only lower his head and admit his mistake:
"My sincerest apologies, honored guests. I was overthinking things."
From the moment Yaoqin unleashed that strike, all doubts could only vanish into nothing.
Chu Xingchen looked disappointed and spoke up to stop him. "Don't be so hasty. I really am not a disciple of the Heavenly Derivation Sect."
Hearing this, the sect leader quickly turned his head and looked at Zheng Xiaofeng.
Zheng Xiaofeng really was struggling to keep his composure. You were the one who let that old dog Shangguan court death, and now that he's done it, I have to clean up after him?
Being an elder really was stifling.
"You two, business comes first." Zheng Xiaofeng steeled himself, cupped his hands, and smiled. "Your identities are beyond question. Whatever you need, our Clearwind Sect will cooperate wherever we can."
Looking disappointed at those words, Chu Xingchen returned the sword to Yaoqin, then slowly sat back down in his chair and spoke with a serious expression:
"Two things. The first is our main reason for coming here."
"We received a commission from Yuzhou City. Evil cultivators have been conducting blood sacrifices on a massive scale, and they're suspected of planning something big. They've also fled into this area. I require you to conduct a search."
The Clearwind Sect leader promptly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not here to pick a fight. He