"Hmm…"
Song Yan pondered for a moment, deciding there was no need to hide Hermit Xin Shan's words from his Master.
He said, "According to Hermit Xin Shan himself, Yang Wenxuan was the one who sent him to kill me."
"I knew it was that old dog!"
Qin Xijun was consumed by anger, her temper flaring. She was about to go confront Yang Wenxuan again: "I'll kill him!"
"Master, don't be hasty," Song Yan quickly stepped back, blocking her, and soothed, "Calm down."
"When I reported to the Mission Hall, I only detailed the ambush by Hermit Xin Shan and did not implicate Yang Wenxuan."
Qin Xijun frowned slightly: "Why not?"
Song Yan smiled, answering gently, "This matter involves a Mo Xu Cultivator. If it implicates the Sect, it will be truly troublesome."
"Moreover, this is merely a deduction; there is no concrete evidence."
"A rash accusation would only alert him, and we might even be bitten back, accused of slandering an Elder, and cause unnecessary trouble."
