After the fight, the Seventh Elder had calmed down considerably. He stared at the Grand Elder, his eyes full of suspicion, and asked in a heavy voice, "It really wasn't you?"
The Grand Elder laughed in extreme anger. "Lao Qi, oh, Lao Qi, we've been together for over a hundred years. We know each other inside and out. That's right, I'll admit I have designs on that woman's secrets. Even if I didn't, you'd all assume I did anyway. But let me ask you one thing: do I strike you as someone that stupid? Besides, that woman doesn't have much longer, does she? If she were alive and well, I might be interested. But she can't even speak. Why would I steal her?"
"Lao Qi, why don't you first tell us what exactly happened?" the Sixth Elder said, stroking his beard and giving the Seventh Elder a quizzical look. 'Logically,' he mused, 'even if only that woman were taken, he wouldn't be so enraged as to senselessly attack the Grand Elder's disciples, would he?'
