"Filthy, truly filthy."
The Drunken Elder's laughter gradually faded, and he let out a sigh.
Everyone was utterly confused; they had no idea what he meant by these words.
The Drunken Elder said, "With just Uncle Wang's methods and daring, could he have set up such a grand scheme? If Brother Ye hadn't stepped in, do you really think Uncle Wang's Northern Expedition Army and Yang Kan's Jiangzhou Army alone could have wiped out the Profound Celestial Sect in one fell swoop?"
Everyone knew that the "Brother Ye" in the Drunken Elder's mouth was the Sword Sect.
Could it be that the Sword Sect had truly come out of seclusion?
All eyes turned to Ye Xuan in unison, seeking an answer.
Ye Xuan's expression was calm; he remained silent.
The Drunken Elder continued, "We people of the Jianghu, no matter how vicious or scheming, can never outplay those shameless petty men of the Imperial Court who spend their days plotting and backstabbing, playing their games of power and intrigue."
