Incense-Passing Cult's Third Rule

Veiled Chen Chen smiled when she heard that. "Great Hero Wen, you do see things clearly. But don't you intend to look at your disciple's injuries?"

Wen Wenhai glanced to the side, where Zhang Xiaohu's eyes brimmed with grief and indignation. He smiled. "As long as he's still alive, there'll always be firewood while the green hills remain. At worst, he'll be like me—nothing but dry kindling left to burn. No need to look."

Veiled Chen Chen asked curiously, "Then Great Hero Wen, did you come merely to accept punishment? Don't you have anything to say? Nothing to say on behalf of your disciple?"

Wen Wenhai shook his head. "If they are determined to accuse someone, why worry about finding an excuse? Xiaohu rendered such great service to Misty Hall, yet you still used trumped-up charges to torment him like this. What else can I say? I came today only to see this. Aren't you looking for the one behind Zhang Xiaohu? Who else could it be but me? Whatever it is, come at me! At worst, Wen will offer up the head on his shoulders and fulfill a wish I've held for years!"

Although Wen Wenhai was speaking to Chen Chen, his gaze repeatedly drifted toward Yang Ruying, leaving her rather embarrassed.

Hearing Wen Wenhai's soaringly heroic words, the disciples all felt somewhat ashamed. Veiled Chen Chen rose from her chair and applauded. "Great Hero Wen speaks boldly. Even I, this envoy, cannot help but admire you."

Then she turned and said to Zhong Pei, "Zhong Pei, do you think you're the only clever one? With methods like yours, you thought you could play everyone on Shixin Peak, as well as the inner disciples of Yi Xiang Peak, in the palm of your hand?"

Zhong Pei froze, then hurriedly