Many bigwigs frowned in confusion, asking, "Is there any evidence?"
Immortal Lord Zewu has a gentle and humble image in public, and a good reputation. He always pretends to be kind.
Yan Shanjun curled his lips, "Wutong Mountain looks impressive, but I think you guys are all well-informed, so you probably know what kind of techniques they actually practice."
Each major power has its own informants; don't tell him you don't know.
Stop pretending.
"Ahem, but that doesn't prove he's connected to the White Mist. That would be a crime of plotting against most of the cultivation world."
"Yes, but are there any witnesses?"
Yan Shanjun's gaze was clear and upright. "He intended to kidnap Venerable Zhenmian, but he was recognized by Venerable Zhenmian and escaped. However, Venerable Zhenmian had already guessed this and left a tracking item on him, which is how he was able to find the core of the formation."
"Everyone is trying to find a solution, but he quietly escaped all by himself. Doesn't that prove that he has ulterior motives?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes turned to Song Tingwan.
She pursed her lips and nodded, confirming that Yan Shanjun was right.
"As for the rest of the evidence, you will surely be able to find traces of it if you want to."
Looking at their thoughtful faces, Yan Shanjun could only offer them a hint.
If they still don't take precautions against Wutong Mountain after being warned, then that's their own responsibility.
Wu Ling can prove that he saw Ze Wu using the white mist, and the fact that Wu Ling's father was murdered and failed to ascend should serve as a wake-up call for everyone.
But Lord Yan asked Song Tingwan on the spirit boat if it was possible to talk about this.
After discussing it with Wu Ling, Song Tingwan shook her head and refused.
In Zewu's eyes, Wuling was merely her ghost servant, with whom she had a close relationship.
I haven't thought about it involving Wu Ling's father yet.
If this matter is told to the public, who can say for sure whether the people of Wutong Mountain will find out?
With precautions in place, it will be much more difficult to investigate.
Lord Yan did not insist.
"Sect Master Yan is right. Practicing ghost control techniques in the cultivation world is really a bit evil. From now on, all cooperation between Tianji Sect and Wutong Mountain will cease."
Seeing his daughter's obvious hint, Qin Cangsong took the lead and spoke first.
This time, it seems his darling daughter knows more than he does.
You can't go wrong by listening to your daughter.
After all, Song Tingwan was quietly nodding at him from the side.
"The Cloud Palace Peak has never had any dealings with Wutong Mountain, and it will never do so again," Shen Zhuochuan stated coldly.
"Ghost control techniques? The cultivation world has such evil methods? My demon realm cannot condone this." Wan Qiji frowned.
"The demon realm goes without saying, it has no connection with your cultivation world except for the four major sects." Su Xi crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
Baili Xijiang was over there, winking at Baili Di.
Baili Di found his nephew's appearance amusing, and deliberately waited until his eyes were twitching before slowly stepping forward. "The Dragon Clan looks down on the art of controlling ghosts and has never had any dealings with Wutong Mountain from beginning to end."
The leading forces were all top-tier entities, and the rest naturally followed suit.
Yan Shanjun smiled and said, "But we should not alert them. However, if we find that Wutong Mountain is doing something that harms the cultivation world, the Wenjian Sect will definitely take action to resolve the issue."
He knew more than Song Tingwan and the others before, and had long been convinced that the matter was almost certain.
His words were firm and powerful, and his gaze swept over everyone, as if he had given them advance notice.
But in private, Zewu's whereabouts need to be found.
The white mist had completely disappeared; it was abnormal that it vanished so cleanly.
From the Demon Lord battling atop the Cloud Palace to the eerie white mist.
Yan Shanjun sighed heavily in his heart, looking at his little apprentice who was smiling with Song Tingwan with some complicated feelings.
Mandate of Heaven, Mandate of Heaven.
well.
If every time it's this strange, these people still want to help his little apprentice.
Against such a strange power, even a hundred Transcending Tribulation Stage cultivators might not be able to overcome it.
It was truly disorienting.
.
That day, after all the big shots had left, Song Tingwan and her group slowly packed up their things.
Without using their swords or taking out their flying artifacts, the group leisurely planned to walk back along the way.
"After being beaten by Wu Ling, Ze Wu chose to leave directly, perhaps because he guessed that he could no longer stay."
Qin Xi didn't enter Guilin Mountain, but kicked a small stone and said something.
“Actually, he could deny it and blame everything on the grudge between us,” Song Tingwan said softly.
Zewu's reputation is widespread, and apart from those who know her well, such as Yan Shanjun and Qin Cangsong, most ordinary people probably wouldn't believe her words.
Even if they could prove that Zewu and she had a grudge, no one else besides them could prove it.
Almost everyone knows that Song Tingwan holds an extraordinary position in the hearts of Song Siyao and the others.
Naturally, they would follow her lead and identify Zewu.
"But he didn't; he chose to run away."
Qin Xi seemed to be deep in thought.
"If you don't have something to rely on before you try to explain, then you're just throwing caution to the wind."
Song Tingwan will definitely investigate him, including several major forces.
It's unclear what Wutong Mountain will do.
They concealed everything and disguised themselves again, so that they couldn't find anything.
It's official now, no more hiding it.
Wu Ling emerged from the mark on Song Tingwan's wrist, saying, "You still need to stay here, otherwise I'll go to Wutong Mountain to investigate."
He couldn't help but want to kill Zewu as soon as he saw him, but at that time countless people were in danger waiting to get out, so he could only suppress his murderous intent and do what Wan'er had asked him to do.
A long time had passed since Ze Wu escaped, and he was now a ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage.
I can't wait to go to Wutong Mountain to investigate my father's affairs.
Song Tingwan frowned, looking at the empty, swaying scarlet ghostly aura in his eye sockets, and sprinkled a calming mist of cinnabar on him.
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