"Hold on!" A sudden shout drew everyone’s attention.
Deputy Peak Master ng Wuyan of Purple Thunder Peak stepped forward with his cloud body clone, a flicker of electric light flashed across his narrow purple eyes.
He smiled slightly: "Gentlen, your high-level discussions are interconnected. However, there is one person who is actually far superior to Wen Ruanyu, Duanmu Zhang, Qin De, and Zhong Dao."
"She is the most crucial figure in the whole affair of the White Paper Immortal City."
Tuoba Huang snorted with impatience, his brow furrowed: "Stop beating around the bush, just tell us who it is!"
His patience was clearly wearing thin.
All eyes sharp as needles were fixed on ng Wuyan’s face.
Despite being urged, ng Wuyan maintained his own pace, slowly opening his palm, cloud energy swirling, supporting several phantom items:
An ancient jade slip bound with a blue thread, its surface covered with cracks, but emitting a soft glow of age.
A delicate baby rattle woven with the core of a Blood Marrow Vine, its bell tongue a single Tear Drop Stone imbued with Innate Pure Qi.
And a charred and blurred fragnt of a yellowed local gazette, with the words "ng Family’s Baby Girl, Flowing Cloud Fosters Orphan," the ink stains like blood!
Just as Tuoba Huang was about to scold, ng Wuyan finally spoke each word with precision: "This person is ng Yao Yin."
The entire place fell into silence.
Tuoba Huang was montarily stunned, then questioned: "Are you saying this ng Yao Yin isn’t dead? She’s still alive now?"
ng Wuyan displayed a sorrowful expression, slowly shaking his head, his voice deep: "Her life-bound cloud dallion has already shattered, she passed away long ago."
"However, according to my research, it was unexpectedly discovered that ng Yao Yin was not simply a Loose Cultivator."
"Perhaps she herself wasn’t aware that she is actually a descendant of our ng Family lineage that’s been left outside."
"And all of these are ironclad evidence!"
ng Wuyan extended his palm, displaying the evidence he had just laid out to everyone.
The scene lapsed once more into silence.
But this ti, it was not just silence, there was oppression.
Tuoba Huang reacted intensely, he waved his hand and unleashed a strong wind, roaring: "Lies! It’s simply impossible!"
Ling Juejian folded his arms with a sneer: "ng Wuyan, do you take us for fools? Since Wen Ruanyu reported, all of us from the Eight Peaks have thoroughly investigated. We already probed ng Yao Yin’s identity to the bottom."
"She is just a pure Loose Cultivator, with no relation to the ng Family of Purple Thunder Peak."
"As for your so-called iron-clad evidence, ha, I have one question instead."
"Why is it that none of us from the other Seven Peaks found anything related? It’s only your Purple Thunder Peak that collected so much evidence?"
"Hahaha!" Tuoba Huang burst into laughter, shaking the air with ripples: "Purple Thunder Peak is truly regressing further and further back, not only by letting a Demon Cultivator serve as the Deputy Peak Master, but also coming up with such a foolish sche, wanting to monopolize White Paper Immortal City!"
"Are you making up such a feeble excuse! Using these things to fool ghosts, thinking we are all fools?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he swung his huge palm, transforming it into a giant claw of mana, reaching to crush the evidence in anger.
ng Wuyan imdiately retreated, a sharp glint flashing across his long purple eyes. With his retreat, he exposed these pieces of evidence to Tuoba Huang’s attack.
But the next mont, Wang Yu’s fingertips shimred with golden patterns, his horsetail whisk gently sweeping aside Tuoba Huang’s mana claw.
"Let have a look."
Wang Yu beckoned gently, and the pieces of evidence were drawn to his front.
He scanned them one by one with his Divine Sense, finally resting on that jade slip.
Soon, a playful, almost compassionately admiring smile appeared on his face: "Tsk tsk... Every word shed in blood, every sentence filled with emotion. Such ticulous effort in compiling the ’ng Clan Tree,’ with such precise investigation... Vice Peak Master ng, you’ve really made it hard for yourself."
For a mont, the scene descended into silence again.
This ti, it was not simply silence, but a feeling of suppression in the air.
Tensions were high in the assembly as each side’s emotions surfaced vividly. Tuoba Huang’s face was full of fiery anger, while Ling Juejian’s sword aura was incisively mocking, Wang Yu’s smiling corner of the mouth, seemingly compassionate but truly icy. Heng Zifang lowered his head in deep thought, while Lu Zhenshu remained absorbed in his world of books.
At the seat of honor, Wei Ji’s pitch-black pupils reflected ng Wuyan’s impassioned image, as well as the expressions of those around him.
Wei Ji silently pondered: Purple Thunder Peak’s decision to recruit ng Wuyan, such a Demon Cultivator, as Deputy Peak Master, indeed makes sense.
ng Wuyan’s thod is more precise and ingenious than what the others discussed.
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