Everyone knew about this matter.
But who did it, they didn't know.
They only knew that those who mingled with the White Sun Evil Cult surely had no moral qualms about killing.
And they had no connections with that person.
Evil Dao and Evil Dao, there was a distinction.
Like the Black Robed Man, rcenary Evil Dao, at least he wouldn't idly harm ordinary people.
But the White Sun Evil Cult hard ordinary people by the millions.
That was why, whenever the White Sun Evil Cult surfaced and grew stronger, the Divine Dynasty would intervene at any cost to suppress them.
Also, it's why the Black Robed Man could sit here and collaborate a little.
Without grudges, if the Black Robed Man encountered them while walking outside, he would go around them, each minding their own business.
Who the Black Robed Man had grudges with was none of their concern.
After so chatting, the Black Robed Man addressed the person hidden in the shadows in the corner.
"You want answers, why not ask him?"
Feeling the person in the corner lift their head, sending a cold, malicious intent, the Black Robed Man folded his arms indifferently.
"Why look at ? This has nothing to do with .
Speaking plainly for everyone, if you still plan on targeting Jinlan Mountain, this alliance might as well dissolve.
Don't claim you don't know who did it back then.
Quickly kill them, send the head over, or if you want to probe sothing, let soone go to Jinlan to die on their own."
After saying this, the atmosphere beca sowhat quiet.
So things couldn't be spoken openly, even if everyone knew, they had to feign ignorance.
The Black Robed Man pointed it out so blatantly, making the atmosphere awkward.
He stood up, flicked his sleeve, and remarked disdainfully.
"I'm leaving, hearing you play dumb here is really uncomfortable. They call Evil Dao, yet so are worse than an Evil Dao."
The Black Robed Man turned and left.
The others, silent, turned to look at the person in the corner.
That person remained silent for a long ti.
After much ti spent gathering together, the group inevitably faced internal issues.
After all, everyone had their own interests, and past conflicts under a common interest weren't a big deal.
Now, if soone could gather them for a common interest,
soone could use this common interest to divide them.
This was a problem with no solution.
He didn't want Cui Changping to die at their hands, precisely to avoid this situation.
A mber targeted and killed by other mbers.
Once this started, the so-called alliance would be nominally dead, never truly cohesive again.
"Be straightforward, do you know who that person is?" soone, impatient, asked directly.
"Yes." The person in the corner nodded.
"Is he one of our mbers?"
"No."
"Alright, I have no more questions. You must know what to do."
The person disappeared.
Others followed suit.
If not a mber of the organization, then there was no pressure.
Leaving only the person in the corner, sitting there with a more sullen aura.
Precisely because he knew things others didn't, he was now caught in an impasse.
To kill or not to kill, both were major troubles.
...
"Focus on your recovery, don't worry about anything else."
The village chief leaned on his cane, emaciated and old, looking frail, yet a bony hand firmly pressed Yu Ziqing down onto the bed.
Seeing Yu Ziqing obediently resting, taking pills for healing every day, the village chief slightly hunched and turned to the two beds beside, kindly saying.
"You two also worked hard, rest well."
"Thanks for your concern, village chief." Wu Shuangge imdiately sat up and solemnly stood to salute.
"Go back, lie down."
"Oh, okay." Stubborn Wu Shuangge then realized sothing was off, thinking he shouldn't be standing when injured, and obediently lay back down.
"Such good children, rest well."
"Yes, village chief, I'll look after the young master, making sure he recuperates well." Cece, pale-faced, weakly responded, very compliantly.
"Good, alright." The village chief smiled with satisfaction and left.
Having once killed a Ninth Tier strong, his words held more weight.
After the village chief left, Er Han entered ekly.
"Brother, rest well, my grandpa hasn't beaten for several days."
Looking at Er Han, Yu Ziqing felt his gaze had changed.
"Er Han..."
"Brother, I understand, for so long grandpa hasn't beaten to death, grandpa must care about , must want what's best for .
Not beating these days, fearing his strength isn't controlled well enough, accidentally killing , and even Uncle Yang couldn't save then."
Hearing these words, Yu Ziqing felt gratified.
His simple-minded brother finally seed to be past his rebellious phase.
It seed that finding a challenger for the village chief... cough, the unexpected event this ti wasn't without its benefits.
Bringing out a Ninth Tier to intimidate the outside was nothing. Any Seventh Tier stepping out and able to kill was truly intimidating.
"Cultivate well, calm your heart."
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