Su Junche turned and left, his hands clasped behind his back, looking utterly exhausted. But no one saw the brilliant smile that bloomed on his face the moment he turned away.
'That punk. All he thinks about is investigating his damn dead master. Are the dead really more important than the living? The two corps commanders set this up; does he really think he can defy us? Hmph!'
Su Yue stepped forward and gently embraced Yan Sea. A Martial Saint's will was not to be refused, and besides, a part of her had also wanted to stop Yan Sea from acting so rashly.
Yu Fei's thoughts, however, ran deeper. 'A dignified Martial Saint wouldn't travel a thousand miles just to scold Yan Sea over a fit of pique. This Lord Honglian can't be that petty. And she even prepared two scriptures.'
'Why two? If it were just one, you could call it a whim. But two… that suggests this was planned. Could it be… is there a problem with Teacher's Cultivation Technique?'
So he voiced his suspicions.
