"Hmm..."
Song Yan pondered for a moment and decided there was no need to conceal what the Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain had said from his master.
He said, "According to the Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain himself, Yang Wenxuan sent him to kill me."
"I knew it was that old dog!"
Anger rose in Qin Xijun's heart, and fury emboldened her. Seething, she was ready to seek out Yang Wenxuan for another fight on the spot. "I'll kill him!"
"Ah, Master, don't rush."
Song Yan hurriedly stepped back and blocked her, soothing her. "Please, calm down."
"When I reported to the Mission Hall, I only detailed the Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain's attempt to intercept and kill me. I didn't implicate Yang Wenxuan."
Qin Xijun frowned slightly. "Why?"
A smile touched Song Yan's eyes as he answered gently, "This involves a cultivator from the Demon Ruins. Dragging the sect into it would be troublesome indeed."
"Besides, this is only conjecture. There's no solid evidence."
"A rash accusation would only beat the grass and startle the snake. Worse, he might turn around and accuse me of slandering an elder, creating needless trouble."
He paused briefly, a hint of coldness entering his voice. "Perhaps he wanted to make me disappear through the Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain. Even if that failed, he would leave absolutely nothing that could be used against him."
"Hmph." A mocking smile curled Qin Xijun's lips. "What a fine scheme! Still, anything done is bound to leave traces."
Song Yan drew a deep breath. "This is my own affair..."
"Master, please leave it to me."
Qin Xijun gave him a long look before slowly uttering a single word. "Fine."
Afterward, they chatted back and forth atop the cliff. When Devil Cultivators came up, she asked about the