"Fang Han?"
A flicker of surprise, impossible to hide, flashed through You Xin's narrow eyes.
'The Fang Han who's ranked thirty-sixth on the Celestial Pride List?'
Of course he knew of him.
The man had a considerable grudge with the Netherworld Pavilion. He'd killed Gong Xing, two Stewards, and even heavily injured Duan Wuya.
But he recalled that this young man was ranked a mere thirty-sixth, while Meng Xian was seventeenth.
A difference of nineteen ranks.
"Explain in detail."
You Xin's voice remained level.
Meng Xian took a deep breath and recounted the day's events exactly as they had happened.
From sensing the commotion and going to investigate, to discovering the Golden Flame Sacred Lotus and Fang Han, to making a move to seize it, to the fierce battle, and finally, to his own voluntary retreat...
He concealed nothing, nor did he embellish the tale.
He knew that with You Xin's shrewdness, any attempt at concealment would be futile.
