Dragon Tiger Daoist directly voiced his suspicions, and Chu Ye was throughout, surprised when appropriate, silent when necessary, always maintaining the premise that Yang was already dead while discussing matters.
Seeing Chu Ye so impeccable, without any flaw, Dragon Tiger Daoist felt even more uneasy.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, reciting a spell.
"I, Dragon Tiger Daoist, following my mentor's will, vow to protect Langya.
Today, I swear again, even at the cost of my life, if the Dao is destroyed, I must uncover the truth and uphold righteousness."
Chu Ye's expression was somewhat complex.
"Why go to such lengths, Senior?"
"I am not as steadfast as Cheng Jing, thus I must cut off my retreat to fix my resolve. No matter who it is, I must understand clearly.
I want to protect Langya's Dao, so I cannot allow it to be corrupted.
If not, when I fall one day, I would have no face to meet my mentor again."
