Framed Again

Deputy Hall Master Xu listened with great interest, leaning forward as he asked, "What do you mean by that, Nephew Zhao?"

Zhao Jian was a disciple he had personally selected from Misty Hall to cultivate, so naturally he wanted to hear more of his suggestions. First, he could learn more about the movements of the Misty Sect disciples; second, he could see whether this disciple was truly worth cultivating.

Hearing Deputy Hall Master Xu speak, Zhao Jian smiled. "Deputy Hall Master Xu must have participated in the 'You Lan Mu Lian' in his youth as well. You surely know the dangers within You Lan Grand Canyon."

Deputy Hall Master Xu frowned. "I know of the 'You Lan Mu Lian,' and I have entered it myself, though that was many years ago. I think I understand what you mean—you find it inconceivable that all three of them emerged from within. But... since those Pill-Refining Hall disciples could come out, there is no reason our Misty Hall disciples could not emerge safely either. Besides, the 'You Lan Mu Lian' has been an Incense-Passing Cult tradition for thousands of years. There are simply too many baffling occurrences within it. Zhang Xiaohu's case is hardly worth calling strange."

Zhao Jian nodded as though he already had everything in the palm of his hand. "I know Deputy Hall Master Xu has seen more than most; you have eaten more salt than this disciple has eaten rice. And since the 'You Lan Mu Lian' is held once every five years, there must have been many strange and novel happenings. But this time, this disciple saw it with his own eyes. Every Misty Hall disciple was surrounded by hundreds, even thousands, of blood wolves. This disciple... this disciple only escaped with his life because of the lightness