Inside the Great Golden Mountain Temple, Lu Qian felt his whole body go heavy and then light, as if he'd been thrown back.
He looked around, stamped his foot, and muttered a curse under his breath.
That bald man… had, with his face shown to so many people, single-handedly slain Jin Keng.
That black pot of blame had been clamped on solidly.
Explain?
How to explain?
A thousand thoughts flashed through Lu Qian’s mind.
He rapidly ran through possibilities: if he were a high elder of Canghai Tower, if he were the emperor of the Xuan Yan Court, how would they react to Jin Keng’s death?
In the span of just a breath or two, Lu Qian shook his head lightly. “Forget it. That blame is pinned on me tight enough.”
The alliance of the two sects—Canghai Tower and Baoguang Pavilion—counted Jin Keng as a core direct disciple of Baoguang Pavilion.
And Lu Qian?
He was only a guest scholar recruited by Xuan Ai, the kind of guest who could be tossed aside at any time, sacrificed at any moment… If Lu Qian had even half-step Celestial realm cultivation, perhaps Canghai Tower’s leaders would weigh his and Jin Keng’s importance.
But as the Lu Qian standing here now, the outcome was obvious.