His words were so blunt. He clearly wanted the benefits without taking any responsibility.
While she, Bai Qing, was no virtuous maiden, she was still the leader of a sect. How could she be treated so cheaply?
Composing herself, Bai Qing's gaze fell back on the charred corpse in the center of the grand hall. She changed the subject, asking curiously,
"This… which eminent monk from Golden Spring Temple is he? To have met such an end."
"Xuanbei," Chen Sheng said flatly.
"First Seat Xuanbei?!"
Bai Qing's beautiful eyes widened in an instant. She stared at Chen Sheng in disbelief.
"You… You were the one who took him down?"
"Mm."
Chen Sheng had no desire to waste any more words on the matter. He changed the topic, asking,
"What about Yuzhi? Has there been any word from her since she left for seclusion?"
At the mention of Sun Yuzhi, Bai Qing's expression grew serious, and she shook her head.
