"It's not my fault! It's not my fault! I only heard the rumors from someone else!"
At the foot of a mountain within the ruins, a rogue cultivator, covered in wounds, trembled with fear. His face was pale as he stared at Wang Liyuan and his three companions, whose icy gazes seemed to pierce straight through him. His heart pounded in terror.
"Who said it?"
Wang Liyuan looked down at the quaking rogue cultivator, his tone calm and detached, yet it carried a weight that crushed all resistance.
"It… it was Xu Yan. Xu Yan and his group were the ones spreading the rumors!"
"Please, I beg you, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have no grudge against the Wang family! I just heard what Xu Yan and the others were saying and carelessly mentioned it to someone else. Who would've thought the rumors would spread so widely, causing you three to be relentlessly hunted by rogue cultivators and family heirs?"
