"Brother Lix, don't believe the Blood Evil Sect!" Xie Qing was a bit anxious.
Lix Yan heard this, frowned tightly, then coldly looked at his grandson, Lix Dong.
Lix Dong met Lix Yan's gaze and instantly panicked.
"Grandfather, I came to retrieve the sword... and got... got captured..."
Retrieve the sword and got captured?
Sorrow and anger surged simultaneously in Lix Yan's heart.
He had watched Lix Dong grow up and knew him better than anyone else.
With just a panicked expression and an unconvincing excuse, he already knew his grandson was lying.
What kind of person lies?
Someone whose intentions are revealed, unwilling to admit and afraid to face it, loves to lie.
Could his grandson be colluding with the Commandery Mansion to harm his own grandfather?
What about the Elder Yi Zhuo and those hundred fearless disciples who came with him?
They were probably in on it from the start.
