"Li Chang'an, you killed Daoist Ye?"
Zi Yun appeared in the gray mist, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury as she gazed upon the mangled pile of flesh and bone.
Wu Shuo also hurried over.
When he saw the pile of mangled flesh, his expression shifted, and he grew warier of Li Chang'an.
"Daoist Li, why did you attack Daoist Ye?"
"He was about to attack me. I sensed his intent, so naturally, I couldn't just sit back and wait to die."
Li Chang'an stated the truth, his expression calm.
Hearing this, Wu Shuo was skeptical, and the wariness in his eyes did not diminish.
Zi Yun, however, didn't believe a word of it.
"Li Chang'an, Daoist Ye had no grudge against you. Knowing his character, why would he attack you? It's clear to me you coveted his Tier Three Spirit Plant inheritance! Loose Cultivators like you will stop at nothing for a few resources!"
"You are mistaken, Daoist Zi."
Li Chang'an gave a slight shake of his head, his expression unchanging.
