Seeing that all pretense had been lost, Fang Xing decided to stop his act and began savagely cursing, “So you’re Hou Qing’s bedwarmer, huh? If you want to mourn his death, then go mourn somewhere else. Don’t come and play fierce in front of your grandfather now, or I’ll kill you as well!”
The woman was dumbstruck for a moment after she had been hit by the slap and looked at Fang Xing in disbelief, but her gaze sharpened upon hearing his words. “I knew it. You are not as simple as you look. Hou Qing’s death was not by chance. It must be… it must be you! You had to have tricked him to his death! Tell me, were you the one that killed him?”
Fang Xing laughed as he heard her questions. “How dare you slander me! Hou Qing’s death only had him to blame; it has nothing to do with me, your grandfather. If you’re still suspicious, why don’t you report me to the sect! We’ll see who the sect believes.”