As soon as Chu Tianhe spoke, Ye Qingxuan’s burly frame shuddered. A piercing, icy glint erupted in his eyes as he said coldly, "Impossible!"
"The Zhetian Pavilion is the sworn enemy of our Seven Halls. How could Zhao Xinghe possibly be colluding with them?"
The scene from back then, when the Seven Halls—led by the Pantheon—united to eradicate the Zhetian Pavilion, was still fresh in Ye Qingxuan’s mind. That bloody war had been a ghastly affair; the slaughter lasted for two full months, turning the world dark and flooding the land with blood.
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