In a mysterious and dimly lit hall,
two rows of imposing figures stood. After a moment, a middle-aged man with white hair walked in, exuding a heavy aura. He was imposing, and as he took his seat at the uppermost throne, the high-level figures below all lowered their heads.
"We Pay respects to the Sect Master."
"We Pay respects to the Master."
The white-haired man was expressionless, and as he slowly took his seat at the throne, his penetrating gaze swept over the people below.
No one dared to breathe, their bodies bowing even lower.
After a while, the white-haired man waved his hand, and the people finally stood up, showing that he held absolute authority in this place.
Unfortunately, his right arm sleeve was empty.
He was none other than Ning Xuanwu, the Patriarch of Xuanwu Sect, who had dueled with Qingshan Patriarch. The ones who acted were all high-ranking members of Xuanwu Sect and Ning Xuanwu's direct disciples.
Since Ning Xuanwu's defeat, the morale of Xuanwu Sect had been low. The appearance of Ning Xuanwu caused an atmosphere where nobody dared to speak.
A dead silence hung in the air.
"How is the investigation going?"
Finally, Ning Xuanwu's imposing gaze swept over them, and a hoarse voice echoed in the hall.
Upon hearing this, the group remained silent.
Seeing this, Ning Xuanwu became furious and shouted, "I'm asking you, how is the investigation going? Who can tell me how Lu Qingshan got that kitchen knife?"
"Master, I've caught a disciple of Qingshan Sect. Perhaps, from him, we can get some clues," said a fiery figure, wielding dual knives, stepping forward respectfully. She was Ning Xuanwu's direct disciple, Yaoling.
"Bring him up."
Ning Xuanwu waved his hand.
"Yes."
Yaoling dashed out like lightning. When she reappeared, she was dragging a white-robed young man.
"Let go of me, let go of me!"
The white-robed youth shouted rebelliously, "Do you know who I am? How dare you arrest me! I am Yu Wujie, a direct disciple of Qingshan Sect. If you don't let me go, you will face the devastating retaliation of Qingshan Sect!"
"Slap!"
Yaoling slapped Yu Wujie's face without hesitation.
"How dare you hit me?"
Yu Wujie was furious. He had never been hit before, considering it a great humiliation.
But the response he received was another slap from Yaoling, sending him flying to the ground.
He felt a surge of embarrassment as he tried to stand up, intending to retaliate. However, his eyes caught a glimpse of a white-haired man above him, staring down with indifference.
"Who are you?" Yu Wujie shouted.
"Ning Xuanwu."
"What?" Yu Wujie was shocked. He hadn't anticipated that the man in front of him was the Patriarch of Xuanwu Sect. Did this mean he was captured by Xuanwu Sect?
"I ask you, where did Lu Qingshan get that knife?" Xuanwu Patriarch questioned with a hoarse voice, looking down at him.
"Why should I tell you?" Despite recognizing Ning Xuanwu, Yu Wujie shouted unceremoniously.
Ning Xuanwu raised an eyebrow, speaking in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you? You're just an underling of our sect's Patriarch who lost. I advise you to let me go. Otherwise, when our Patriarch, armed with the Divine Blade, arrives, you will face eternal calamity," Yu Wujie threatened.
"Very well," Xuanwu Patriarch responded lightly.
In the next instant, a surging force emanated from him, lifting Yu Wujie off the ground.
"I'll ask you again, will you talk or not?" Xuanwu Patriarch inquired with a hoarse voice.
"I won't talk," Yu Wujie replied defiantly.
Xuanwu Patriarch squinted, his hand grabbing Yu Wujie's neck, exerting a powerful force that caused the veins on Yu Wujie's face to bulge. Simultaneously, immense pressure pressed down on Yu Wujie's body.
"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll talk," Yu Wujie pleaded as the threat of imminent death loomed.
"Boom!"
Xuanwu Patriarch released his grip, causing Yu Wujie to fall heavily to the ground.
Onlookers revealed disdainful glances, thinking Yu Wujie was a tough individual, only to find him to be nothing more than a weakling.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Yu Wujie coughed violently. Sensing Xuanwu Patriarch's impatience, he quickly said, "I don't know if what I'm saying is accurate, but I got the information from my Sect Patriarch. He said it was obtained from a master in Pingjiang City."
"A master in Pingjiang City?" Xuanwu Patriarch's face turned angry. He stepped on Yu Wujie's chest, saying in a deep voice, "Where in Pingjiang City could there be a master?"
"It's true, it's true. I dare not deceive you. Moreover, my Sect Patriarch said that this person runs a small martial arts school in Pingjiang City. It's absolutely true!" Yu Wujie shouted.
"Small martial arts school?"
Observing that Yu Wujie seemed truthful, Xuanwu Patriarch released him. Returning to his seat, he furrowed his brows and fell into contemplation.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Wuchén, go and investigate in Pingjiang City."
"Yes, Patriarch."
A slender, sickly-looking young man stepped forward. In an instant, he descended from the mountain...