Cao Yulong snorted coldly with a sweep of his sleeve, turned around, and left on his flying boat.
On the way back, after thinking carefully, he felt there was hidden meaning in Jianyi Mingwei's words.
"So they are blaming my Cao clan for causing his disciple's death!"
"Hmph, that lowly maid deserved death!"
"You want her corpse? I will return it to you!"
After returning to the imperial city, Cao Yulong told his father and the Great Elder about this matter.
"If they want it, then return Ye Xuehua's corpse to them next time." Cao Defeng looked at Cao Yulong. "You did not dispose of it, did you?"
"It has been placed in an ice coffin the entire time. I originally planned to deal with it later."
"Mm. Go again tomorrow. While you are at it, invite Wentian as well. This elder heard that what he mainly cultivates also seems to be a wood-element art."
"Yes, Great Elder."
The next day,
Cao Yulong brought Ye Xuehua's corpse and went to Moon Lake Commandery again.
Outside Dongxi,
