"Last night?"
Chen Jianxin felt that his senior brother's expression was off when he returned this morning.
But he stood there pondering, unable to think of anything he might have done wrong to offend him.
"Last night, I had dinner with fellow disciples, chatted a bit, and then returned to the dormitory to rest..."
Chen Jianxin explained truthfully with an innocent face.
Gu Wanglan stared at him, veins popping on his fist under his long sleeve, but after several internal struggles, he chose to extinguish his anger and said calmly with a smile, "Is that so? I heard the back mountain wasn't very peaceful last night."
"Huh? What happened in the back mountain?" The young man was full of questions.
"It seems you don't know yet."
Gu Wanglan suppressed his killing intent and sat down in a chair.
After investigating the Mountain Temple this morning, Gu Wanglan strongly suspected Chen Jianxin was the deer thief.
