"You are Zhang Junxuan's junior brother."
Upon hearing this, An Jing immediately understood the identity of the other party, and the voice paused, as if also realizing the key point: [Could it be... it's not someone from within the sect, but your senior brother who sought you out, trying to spare my life?]
"Indeed it is so."
An Jing did not deny it, his voice penetrating the void, clearly reaching the other's will: "Some time ago during the Feast of Zhaolin, your senior brother specifically brought Duan Chenguang over to see me, willing to offer up items like the Shenxiao Thunder Skill to buy your life. However, I did not decide on behalf of my master, because I know that my master would not so easily take your life."
[...Your master, Mingguang Dust, is indeed a good person]
