“You know how important it was for Old Eighth to become the Commander of Chong Guang Hall,” the Silver Guard said solemnly.

“Alright, alright, you win. At least it’s done, right? I’m not in peak condition today,” Jiang Aijian said.

“Let’s return to Tu Wei Hall,” the Silver Guard said.

Qi Sheng nodded.

Then, the Silver Guard said, “Also, you shouldn’t have removed your mask.”

Jiang Aijian said helplessly, “I had no choice at that time.”

“With me around, no one would’ve been able to remove your mask,” the Silver Guard said.

“It doesn’t make any difference now that I put it back on, right?” Jiang Aijian said.”

“Stupid.”

“You’re calling me stupid?” Jiang Aijian wanted to argue back. However, when he sensed the Silver Guard’s aura that seemed to have intensified, he smiled sheepishly and said, “I’m just a little stupid.”

“Now that you expose your face, you’ve lost the ambiguity from when people suspected you were Si Wuya. I’m afraid that with this, there’ll be some changes,” the Silver Guard said.

“Really?”

“We have to be careful. Our plan has to be flawless. Have you ever wondered if Ming Xin has already known everything?” the Silver Guard asked.

“…”

Jiang Aijian was shocked. He had never considered this possibility. Their plan had been flawless thus far. The cultivators of the ten halls believed them without a doubt, and Ming Xin even entrusted them with important tasks. However, now that he thought about it, things had gone abnormally smoothly. He said with a hint of dismay, “It’s over! What should we do now?”

The Silver Guard said, “‘Wait.” After a moment, he added, “Wait for him to wake up.”

Jiang Aijian scratched his head and said, “I really don’t know what Old Si was thinking. He knows I’m stupid, and yet, he still asks me to do this.”

…

The Sacred Temple.

At this time, Hua Zhenghong was kneeling in the hall and reporting everything that had transpired.

Ming Xin flashed and appeared in front of Hua Zhenghong before he asked, “He defeated you with three palm strikes?”

“I didn’t expect his cultivation to be so high and his methods to be so fierce. In the beginning, I’d sensed his cultivation was only ordinary. I was careless and fell into his trap. Fortunately, the commanders’ competition went smoothly.”

Ming Xin said expressionlessly, “I’m afraid things aren’t that simple.”

Hua Zhenghong did not say anything. No matter what, she had lost. After a moment, she said, “I just didn’t expect that… Qi Sheng isn’t Si Wuya.”

Ming Xin frowned as surprise flashed in his eyes for a moment. Then, he asked, “Where’s Yue Yangzi?”

“He and the Green Roc are injured,” Hua Zhenghong said.

Ming Xin called out, “Wen Ruqing, Guan Jiu.”

Two figures appeared in the hall immediately and bowed.

“Your orders, Your Majesty?”

“Execute Yue Yangzi,” Ming Xin said.

“Understood.”

After the two figures flashed away, Ming Xin looked at Hua Zhenghong again and asked, “In your opinion, who is the Pavilion Master of the Evil Sky Pavilion?”

Hua Zhenghong lowered her head and said reluctantly, “I think he’s likely an unknown expert from one of the Lost Lands”

In fact, Hua Zhenghong had another guess in her heart, but she did not dare to give voice to it. Those three palm strikes’ ferocity and tyranny were quite familiar.

“Unknown expert?” Mings Xin frowned.

Hua Zhenghong raised her head and said, “Your Majesty, please seek justice for me! A light disk with 300,000 years… I, I, I…”

Ming Xin shook his head and sighed. “If you dare to gamble, then you’ll have to prepare to lose as well. You’re no longer a child.”

“…”

Hua Zhenghong kowtowed.

Ming Xin casually threw out a pill that glowed with a jade-green light and said, “Leave. Take your time to digest this Samsara Mystic Pill.”

Hua Zhenghong caught the pill and said happily, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Alright, leave.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Hua Zhenghong said before leaving the hall.

As soon as Hua Zhenghong left, Ming Xin flashed and disappeared from the hall.