"Utter nonsense! Every word of it!"
Inside Lingxiao Dao Academy, Han Fenghua read an intelligence brief in the Sect Affairs Pavilion and flew into a rage. He hurled it aside. "They know nothing, yet they hear a whisper from somewhere and start spouting whatever they please. It's outrageous!"
Ignoring the attendant beside him, who tried to stop him, he headed straight for the hall on the academy's main peak.
"Disciple Han Fenghua greets Martial Uncle Luo!"
Outside Luo Qianchou's cave residence, Han Fenghua bowed.
Before long, a voice came through the stone door. "Fenghua, what brings you here?"
Han Fenghua called out respectfully, "This disciple has a question weighing on his heart that he cannot resolve. I hope Martial Uncle will speak with me and ease this burden."
At that, Luo Qianchou cast a spell, withdrew the restrictions outside the cave, and opened the stone door. "Come in and tell me."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"
Han Fenghua entered, but when he reached the main chamber, he froze. The words he had wanted to pour out to Luo Qianchou caught in his throat.
Besides Luo Qianchou himself, three other seniors who had attained True Intent were present in the cave residence.
Long Zhu and Xiao Huai sat side by side to Luo Qianchou's right. On his left sat the Xuanhuang Dynasty's candidate for venerable—Xiao Huai's elder brother, First Prince Xiao Yu.
After a moment of surprise, Han Fenghua recovered and bowed to each of the three seniors in turn.
Luo Qianchou invited him to sit, then said, "Fenghua, you came to see me about the Yang Clan, didn't you?"
Seeing that his martial uncle had read his mind, Han Fenghua nodded. "Yes, Martial Uncle. I saw all those rumors circulating outside while I was in the Sect Affairs Pavilion. They troubled