The mound had once again returned to tranquility, leaving only scorch marks and cut marks on the ground. The corpse that Jiang Li had found was also broken beyond recognition due to the aftermath of the fight, and had completely lost its value as evidence.
Two figures approached swiftly using Qinggong; the one leading moved in perfect harmony with nature, it was Zhang Daoyi, and the other was Feng Manlou, who had previously stayed at the Daoist Temple.
"Fellow Daoist."
Zhang Daoyi stopped and chuckled lightly, "So, does this make you believe in our sect's innocence?"
"A revealing move, if this is the price for earning Jiang's trust, then even if Jiang falls for it, there are no complaints," Jiang Li retracted the wings formed by the Mo Wu Battle Box and shook his head, expressing his feelings.
The "Purple Qi Eastward" just now was from Zhang Daoyi's hand; it was his life-saving move, yet he used it here, on Jiang Li.
It was undeniably a substantial gesture of proving innocence.