"Qu Lingfeng, Ye Hai..."
Jiangli murmured these two names softly, scrupulously combing through the memories in her mind.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall these two names.
Jiangli looked up at Fu’er beside her, "Have you heard about these two names before?"
Fu’er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head tensely, "No, I haven’t..."
Jiangli frowned, "Which means, they’re not disciples from Jiaoyang Temple..."
Then why would there be an iron talisman she had carved?
Jiangli looked down at the iron talisman in her palm.
She could be certain that it was carved by her, whether it be the strokes or the spiritual energy, they were uniquely hers.
There was no way she could be mistaken.
Her memory was too vague.
She simply couldn’t remember the names Qu Lingfeng and Ye Hai.
Moreover, judging from Fu’er’s reaction, Qu Lingfeng must not be a disciple of Jiaoyang Temple either.
Otherwise, even if she had no impression, Fu’er ought to have some recollection of him.
"Jiaoyang Temple..." Upon hearing these three words, Master Mu struggled to say, "I, I have never heard of this name... You might be mistaken..."
Upon hearing this, Jiangli, unwilling to give up, asked, "Where did your ancestors usually operate? Have they been to F City?"
Master Mu shook his head stiffly, "No, we haven’t... We... we have always been active in H City..."
Jiangli’s expression turned grave.
They probably had no connection to Jiaoyang Temple.
But she also didn’t remember ever being to H City, let alone losing any iron talisman there.
When she had carved this talisman, and when it had ended up here, she could not recall.
Jiangli’s complexion suddenly turned somewhat pale.
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor—"
Xia Xin noticed Jiangli’s complexion and, without hesitation, rushed over to support her.
Jiangli let go of the talisman; Master Mu collapsed on the ground.
Xia Xin supported her, asking anxiously, "Old Ancestor, are you alright?"
"Old Ancestor, what happened to you?" Fu’er asked, concerned and baffled.
They had all witnessed what just transpired.
Master Mu hadn’t hurt Jiangli at all.
But why had the Old Ancestor’s complexion suddenly changed so drastically?
Jiangli took a deep breath, pushed Xia Xin’s hand away, and her expression gradually returned to normal, "It’s nothing, I just... can’t remember some things."
Xia Xin asked nervously, "Old Ancestor, are you really fine?"
Jiangli hummed a response, then turned her head to look at Master Mu, her expression slightly stern, "Do you know how your ancestor came by this iron talisman?"
Master Mu did not dare to play tricks and shook his head honestly, "No, I don’t know..."
Jiangli didn’t think he had the courage to lie and then asked, "Have you always been working for Fu Yuxing?"
Master Mu hesitated and then said, "Yes..."
Jiangli said coldly, "You should know that as a person of Xuanmen, helping someone with such things will bring retribution."
Master Mu hurriedly defended himself, "I, I was just following orders. Wan Qing came to me first, wanting me to help her..."
"Do you think I’m a fool?" Jiangli interrupted him, "The events concerning Fu Shiyan were also your doing, weren’t they?"
Master Mu’s face changed, but he quickly figured things out.
It must be because something happened to Fu Shiyan that he had sought out someone powerful.
With Fu Shiyan’s capability and authority, he would naturally reach out to a formidable figure within Xuanmen.
Realizing this, a hint of unwillingness surfaced in Master Mu’s heart, yet he had no grounds for objection, "It was me..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he laid all the blame on Wan Qing, "But it was all Wan Qing who asked me to do it. She couldn’t stand the wealth and power of the Fu Shiyan family, couldn’t stand seeing her own husband so unsuccessful, always dependent on others, so she wanted to take Fu Shiyan’s fortune for herself. I... I was just bewitched for a moment, believing her lies..."