The air was heavy for a moment, and even the cool autumn breeze struggled to clear it away.
Xing Lan's face was full of surprise as he looked at Li Zhongming:
"Hall Master Li, what do you mean by that?
"Is Wu Yong's character still unclear to you?
"Though he may be impetuous in action, he is straightforward and generous, always willing to help those in need.
"I have never heard of him committing any offense that would provoke such hatred.
"Furthermore, no one would take his life for it!
"Apart from Su Mo, who else could have killed him?"
Su Mo snorted coldly:
"Hall Master Li, spouting slander without evidence, is this how Wusheng Hall conducts itself?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Xing Lan glared at Su Mo angrily.
Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly:
"Lord Xing, I have a word of advice for you.
"When speaking or acting, use your head and remember to think thrice before you act.
"Out of respect for Wusheng Hall, I showed restraint with my previous palm strike. Do not push your luck.
