The sword cultivators immediately halted their steps and advanced no further.
He Yueren fixed his gaze on Tang Ningxin and said, "Elder Ningxin, playing the zither in the empty mountains while your clan members flee. It's all illusions within illusions, realities veiled by uncertainty. Even I, He, cannot discern whether it's an ambush or mere trepidation.
How about this... we'll have a match. If you lose and are at the brink of death with no one to save you, it means the Primordial Ancestor is not here.
In that case, have your clan stop panicking. Come with me to Biluo Mountain. After a thorough investigation, I guarantee on my Dao heart that any innocent disciples unaware of the situation will remain unharmed!
Of course, if they colluded with the Celestial Demon, then neither the Human Race nor I will tolerate them!"
His words were upright and forthright, bright and candid.
Tang Ningxin sneered, "Hypocritical."
He Yueren said, "I, He, have a clear conscience."
