"Zhao Chongguang, stop twisting the truth here." Lu Qingsi stepped forward and looked coldly at Zhao Chongguang: "My brother and I and Senior Brother Meng Ting had only a verbal dispute and occasional sparring. What old grudges could we possibly have?"
"Oh?" Zhao Chongguang clearly did not believe Lu Qingsi's explanation.
"Everyone in the sect knows a thing or two about this. Every time we spar, we only touch the target and never get truly injured. They all know this. Now you say he died at my hands, but who actually saw it?"
"Of course no one saw it. If someone had actually seen it, would you still be standing in front of me saying these things so confidently?"
"Since no one saw it this time, Zhao Chongguang, why do you insist on throwing this mud at me?" Lu Qingsi asked, and then said, "Furthermore, what that old man said about killing so many people in the village at the foot of Tianmen Mountain all by myself, then how come he is still alive and well? Since I took action, why can't I eliminate the root of the problem?"
Zhao Chongguang's eyes lit up, and he immediately seized on the loophole in Lu Qingsi's words: "So, you admit that you killed those people."
"Zhao Chongguang, stop making trouble here. I admit I went to the foot of Tianmen Mountain and to the village there, but I didn't go alone. Lu Ming and Rong Xu went with me. The three of us didn't see any of the villagers you mentioned. Instead, we encountered demons. Why don't you tell us, Senior Brother Zhao, why there were demons at the foot of Tianmen Mountain? What were the disciples of Tianmen doing at that time? Why didn't they notice anything?"
"Lu Qingsi, whether or not there are demons is not something you can explain in a few words. How do I know if you're just making things up and slandering our Heavenly Gate? If there really were, how could our Heavenly Gate have been completely unaware of it?"
"If Senior Brother Zhao says I committed murder, but there's only one witness, how can I be sure you're not slandering me?"
Lu Qingsi pressed on aggressively, leaving Zhao Zhongguang speechless.
The man behind Zhao Chongguang sneered and walked up to Zhao Chongguang.
Lu Qingsi saw the man's upturned triangular eyes and inexplicably disliked the way he looked at her, as if he were examining some object and estimating its value.
"What do you have to say?" The Sword-wielding Elder looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, his tone impatient.
What should have been a joyous occasion has been ruined by all these troubles. How can Elder Zhijian still be happy?
"I didn't want to say much, but I heard this witch say that our Heavenly Gate only has one witness, which is not enough to prove that she did it, so I brought the evidence here."
Looking at his confident expression, Lu Qingsi had a bad feeling.
"Who are you?" The Sword-wielding Elder looked at the person who spoke, clearly not recognizing him.
The man shamelessly said, "It's understandable that Elder Zhijian doesn't recognize me. I am Zhao Chongjing, a newly recruited disciple of Tianmen."
The name sounds nice, but the person is really not good; you can't feel any good impression just by looking at them.
Zhao Chongjing took out a feather with a silvery-white halo from his pocket. This was the one Rong Xu had shown to Lu Qingsi before.
The elder holding the sword's face darkened, and he said irritably, "This belongs to my Shangyuan Sect."
Zhao Chongjing smiled and said, "I naturally know that this is something from the Shangyuan Sect, so you should also trust its ability to clearly identify where the demons are."
As Zhao Chongjing spoke, he released his grip and watched the feather drift away.
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