"Golden Cicada Shell?"
Fang Lingxin watched Ye Feihua on the distant rooftop.
Ye Feihua was currently listing the names of Jianghu people who had supposedly died at the hands of Jinghua Pavilion recently.
It seemed she really had some evidence and wanted to prove Jinghua Pavilion's innocence.
Having been mentored by Fang Shuwen lately, Fang Lingxin knew that matters in the Jianghu were never so simple.
The crowd gathered here today didn't seem to care about right or wrong. All they wanted was the Seven-String Ancient Chapter in Ye Feihua's hands.
If Ye Feihua was willing, she could just toss out the Seven-String Ancient Chapter.
Why go through all this trouble?
But on second thought, she felt that wouldn't be right either.
As long as this slander was pinned on Jinghua Pavilion, they would never know a day of peace.
Even without the Seven-String Ancient Chapter, others would probably covet something else from Jinghua Pavilion.
