Mu Chen's tone, his demeanor.
"Master Mu, you're so easy to misunderstand. I can just stay put in my little cabin."
Xin Lin calmly freed herself from Mu Chen's hand.
Mu Chen looked at Xin Lin, persistent.
"What evidence do you have to prove you were in the cabin?"
"I don't have evidence, so why don't you have the thousand students from Qingtian Academy prove they were in their cabins?"
Xin Lin rolled her eyes and started tidying up the medicinal herbs.
Mu Chen was at a loss for words.
"Xin Lin, I'm helping you. Don't bite the hand that feeds you."
Mu Chen whispered.
"The incident at Gu Feng Academy, did you do it? You're already being watched. You'd better be honest; what's your relationship with the Corpse King? There's still time to confess. After tomorrow, it will be too late."
Who is Long Qingxuan? He is not Long Qingchen; you can't easily send him off.
Especially since he has the Taichang Holy Institute behind him.
