Suddenly, a clear voice rang out from the entrance, and everyone subconsciously turned to look at the doorway of the great hall.
Wen Qingye walked in, step by step, his gaze as tranquil as still water as he looked at Xia Qianhe and Liu Mingliang.
Xia Qianhe shot to his feet, his eyes locked on Wen Qingye. "You're Wen Qingye?"
"I am," Wen Qingye nodded.
"Why did you kill my son? Why?" Xia Qianhe's eyes were bloodshot, and by the end, his voice trembled.
Wen Qingye shook his head. "I didn't kill him. I was saving him."
Xia Qianhe couldn't help but burst into laughter. "HAHAHA! His breathing has stopped, his pulse is gone, and you say you were saving him?"
Gao Changtian strode forward and bellowed, "Wen Qingye, tell the truth! Did you kill my disciple for the True Essence Fruit?"
Hearing Gao Changtian's words, Wen Qingye scoffed. "A mere True Essence Fruit? Is it even worthy of me drawing my sword?"
