"A way out? Ha!" The elder Fey spat on the ground in contempt.
From the moment he had seen his disciple's lifeless body and locked eyes with Qingyi, he had known he had fallen into a bottomless pit.
Not only were Chen Wei and his wife already under protection, they had also caught him carrying the very same spear used by the missing cultivator.
It was far too obvious to deny. And with the sect's young Lord himself present—a figure whose prestige grew with each passing day—Fey knew his chances of escaping punishment were practically nil.
What bothered him most was that he couldn't understand how they'd been discovered. Every detail of the plan had been carefully thought out.
The letter sent to Chen Wei had been rigged with a self-destruct mechanism that not only physically incinerated it, but also erased any trace of Qi that might identify them.
They had even managed to plant evidence pointing to a band of bandits as the real culprits.
