The Fake Core Elder's gaze felt tangible as it swept slowly over Lin Changheng, Xu Maoling, and Cheng Suling. It finally rested on Xu Maoling, who had the highest cultivation, and he spoke, his voice flat yet filled with an undeniable authority:
"I am Zhen Xinghe of the Purple Extreme Sect. A month ago, there was a major disturbance in the Jade Belt Lake region. Our sect's stationed disciple, Chu Lingyu, was killed. Are you aware of this? Now, tell me everything that happened, in detail."
As he finished speaking, an invisible pressure settled over the three of them.
Both Xu Maoling and Cheng Suling's hearts tightened, but they forced themselves to remain calm. They stared straight ahead, not daring to even glance at Lin Changheng.
They secretly deferred to him, but they couldn't let it show. Otherwise, all their prior plans and preparations would fall apart.
Meanwhile, Lin Changheng's heart was pounding in his chest.
