The hall fell into a deathly silence.
The color drained from Wan Zhongshan's face as Zhou Jin's words sank in.
He opened his mouth to speak, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.
Hiring an assassin to kill a Celestial Pride True Inheritance of the Qingxuan Sect?!
After the apology before the new year, he had warned Wan Yuntian countless times not to provoke Fang Han again, not to provoke the Qingxuan Sect again.
He thought Wan Yuntian had listened.
He thought the matter was truly over.
But he never imagined…
Wan Zhongshan felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, as if he had been plunged into an icy cavern.
He shot to his feet and bowed deeply to Zhou Jin, his voice trembling.
"Elder Zhou, I… I truly knew nothing of this! That little beast… how dare that little beast…"
He couldn't continue.
Zhou Jin watched him quietly, saying nothing.
