Meng Xuanzhao was startled and suddenly remembered something rather important. With his uncle supporting him, killing a backgroundless disciple within the sect was certainly not an issue, especially when it was done in private so that nobody questioned it. Within the world of cultivators, there were plenty of people’s lives that were worth nothing, and—with time—all would be forgotten. The sect still had its rules, however, and if this matter was turned into a large scene, not only would Meng Xuanzhao be in trouble, but not even his uncle have the ability to put out the fire.
Sweatdrops began to form on Meng Xuanzhao’s forehead as he tried to think of a way to explain himself.
