"Senior brother, this is my family heirloom. I'm only showing it to you, so please don't tell anyone else." In the image, Long Chen mysteriously took out a golden bamboo slip and handed it to Zhou Yuan beside her.
"Hm..." Zhou Yuan narrowed her eyes after a brief observation, then suddenly struck Long Chen with a palm.
"Senior brother... you!" Long Chen was caught off guard and was sent flying by the palm strike, spewing blood.
The image ended.
"This is the evidence you wanted. Luckily, I was cautious and recorded what happened using a memory stone." Long Chen glared at Zhou Yuan with anger.
"It's actually true..."
"Senior brother, you're so vicious!"
"Senior brother, admit your mistake. Stop bringing shame to the sect."
The disciples spoke out one by one, sympathizing with Long Chen.
"What more do you have to say?" Feng Qingge raised her head and looked at Zhou Yuan, questioning coldly.
