A look of utter madness, terrifying to the extreme, swirled in his eyes.
"We paid a heavy price, too. A mere half of the Shadow in the Painting is an exceedingly rare Deceitful Object in this world, not to mention Piaoxu and Lu Cheng. They were pillars of the Academy. Surely their deaths weren't in vain."
Qi Huang Taoist sneered. "What are those two compared to the elites we lost? Besides, it seems Piaoxu's death allowed your Academy to return to normal. Am I wrong?"
The Vice Dean narrowed his eyes. His white eyebrows, which already reached his chin, immediately stirred as if in a nonexistent wind, exuding a bone-chilling killing intent.
"Are you saying, Daoist, that you intend to pin the blame for this on Xinhua Academy?"
Qi Huang Taoist snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and said nothing.
The two had already agreed on their approach before arriving: one would play good cop, the other bad cop.
Now that he had finished playing the bad cop, it was Abbot Xuanzhen's turn.
