After a full breakfast, Bai Yuan headed to the Huwei Arts Hall as usual.
The moment he arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, Zhang Yang sought him out.
"The Zhu Family's Young Master, Zhu Huan, is dead."
"Dead?!"
Bai Yuan looked shocked, then immediately asked, "Who killed him?"
Zhang Yang stared intently at Bai Yuan, then rolled his eyes. "How should I know?"
"I heard you had a bit of a conflict with him yesterday?"
"Yes."
Zhang Yang patted Bai Yuan's shoulder meaningfully. "Don't worry. You're one of us at the Huwei Arts Hall. The Zhu Family won't dare to do anything to you."
Bai Yuan nodded. "Master, I have nothing to hide. I didn't do it, and that's that."
"Good. Now I can rest easy when you eventually leave the Martial Arts Hall."
Zhang Yang grinned widely and laughed, then turned and strode away. He just loved the cheeky way his apprentice spouted nonsense.
Bai Yuan felt a bit frustrated; it seemed his master had misunderstood him again.
