After hearing this, Zhuang Xian's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "This is impossible. I don't know any Xuantian Temple disciples, so how could I kill him?" When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something.
He quickly said: "I remember. A few days ago, Han Hao borrowed my long sword. Although the Purple Sword Sect has regulations that prohibit disciples from borrowing long swords casually. But Han Hao is not only my senior brother, but also a sect member.
Naturally, I will not refuse you as the Lord’s personal disciple.” Leng Xuan nodded slowly. In this way, the real murderer could be confirmed to be Han Hao. He held up his hands and said, “Brother Zhuang, thank you for clearing up my confusion.”
Zhuang Xian shook his head and said: "You're welcome. Speaking of which, I want to thank you. Not only did you clear the suspicion on me, but through your questioning, you made me understand why they wanted to hunt me down. According to what you just said
As I said, the murderer of the Xuantian Temple disciple should be Han Hao, and I am just the one who helped him take the blame. If I die, even if someone finds out about me, it will not affect him. Humph, that’s great
scheming."
Leng Xuan asked: "Now that you know the reason, what are you going to do?" Zhuang Xian said coldly: "He is unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust. I will expose his ugly face in front of everyone.
Let him be ruined and have no face to stay in the world of cultivation." Leng Xuan shook his head and sighed: "Brother Zhuang, you think too simply. This matter is not only done by Han Hao alone, I'm afraid you are also involved.
Master Wan Hai."
Zhuang Xian's expression changed and he said in shock: "My master? Is he also involved in this matter?" Leng Xuan nodded and said: "Yes, otherwise, why would he tell the world and frame you as Zi Jian?
The traitor of the sect. Because he is worried that you will spread the news about Han Hao framing you, causing the reputation of the Zijian sect to be damaged." Zhuang Xian snorted: "If I become a traitor, then no matter what I say, others will
I don't believe it. Even if some people have doubts, they can evade it by saying that I did this to take revenge on the Zijian Sect." At this point, he sneered, shook his head and sighed: "Master, Master, I really didn't expect you.
He is so cruel. Brother Leng, in your opinion, what should I do now?" Leng Xuan glanced at the door and whispered: "Brother Zhuang, to put it bluntly, you should not ask the organizer of the cultivation conference.
Even if they stand up for you, what if they come forward to uphold justice for you? At most, they will help you wash away your name as a traitor. When the time comes, the Purple Sword Sect will not be able to tolerate you, and other forces will not dare to take you in.
Also, do you think these decent people from famous families would offend the Zijian Sect for a little person like you?"
After listening to his explanation, Zhuang Xian's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "Brother Leng, you are right. I didn't think everything through. I only thought about what to do."
You have to wash away your grievances without taking these factors into consideration. However, now that you have come to this point, do you have any other options?" Leng Xuan smiled slightly and softly uttered two words: "disappear." Zhuang
Xian frowned and replied: "I understand." Just as he finished speaking, Guiyun opened the door and walked in, asking: "Little friend Leng, have you finished asking?" Leng Xuan smiled and nodded,
He said: "I've finished asking. Great Elder, I'd like to trouble you."