The wheelchair and Uncle-Master Tailu seated in it both turned to ash.
Jing Jiu did not spare them another glance. He turned and walked toward the Small Thatched Hut.
No matter where today's events ultimately led, Uncle-Master Tailu's end had been sealed four years ago.
Yes, four years ago, he had already decided to kill him today.
Judging by his cultivation realm and lifespan, Uncle-Master Tailu should have died long ago, yet he had remained alive in the Sword Prison.
That was because he had chosen that agonizing secret method to forcibly prolong his life.
Someone who could endure such pain for a few more years of life would never leave this world peacefully.
Before leaving, such a figure would inevitably do something momentous, burning centuries of imprisonment and suffering into raging flames.
After making his decision four years ago, Jing Jiu had needed to consider what would follow.
Green Mountain could not fall into chaos, and the Sword Prison even less so, because Snow Ji was still inside.
Uncle-Master Tailu had to die.
Under the Green Mountain Sect Rules, it was inconvenient for him to kill Uncle-Master Tailu while he was confined in the Sword Prison, so he would let Fang Jingtian bring him out.
Of course, this was not today's main concern.
Just something to do in passing.
Fang Jingtian had risked bringing True Person Tailu out of the Sword Prison. He had been Fang Jingtian's greatest support in accusing Jing Jiu, and now he had died before him just like that.
Strangely, Fang Jingtian had remained silent from beginning to end, never making a move.
There was no conspiracy here, nor were those two fellow disciples working together. Perhaps it was simply because that white cat had been watching him all along.
Just as now,