Song Yan remembered the man before him quite clearly.
At the River and Sky Night Banquet, he had defeated Jiang Ming with ease, and when he fought Song Yan, he had clearly held back much of his strength.
Most importantly, he had been among the cultivators who left the banquet early on the night Master Xuantong of Transformation Crossing Temple died.
Most of the other cultivators came from sects, and even the rogue cultivators had their own bases.
Only his origins could not be traced.
"You're a Demon Ruins cultivator." Song Yan stared coldly at him.
Of the current Six Great Sects, Transformation Crossing Temple had the longest history. It had begun as an ordinary mortal temple, and eight thousand years had passed since its founding.
Only Demon Ruins cultivators could leave them helpless.
"Of course." Yun Hao made no attempt to deny it.
Song Yan continued, "So you killed Xuantong?"
Yet on this question, Shi Yunhao seemed somewhat uncertain.
A look of utterly sincere puzzlement appeared on his face. "Xuantong? Who's that?"
Song Yan froze.
But before he could ask anything further, Shi Yunhao spread his hands. "I kill plenty of people every day. I don't know the names of most of them."
"Which one do you mean?"
"..." Song Yan frowned slightly. "A Buddhist Sect disciple. The night of the River and Sky Night Banquet."
"Ah!"
Shi Yunhao slapped his forehead, realization dawning on his face as that playful smile reappeared.
"That monk!"
He sounded as though he had finally remembered some trivial matter, his tone tinged with helplessness and mockery. "There was nothing I could do. That monk was rather perceptive. He came after me alone, looking for trouble."
"So I killed him while I was at it."
"Which means I didn't really kill him. He killed