"Is there some misunderstanding? When did Vice Master Chang kill your disciple? He's been discussing hall affairs with us all day, never leaving our side. Master Gao must have mistaken him for someone else."
Dong Jinzhong was deeply distressed.
He'd been attacked for no reason.
Since joining the Seven Colors Hall, he'd never felt so humiliated.
However, being outmatched, he had no choice but to offer an explanation.
"Your side of the story is yours to say..."
Gao Yue was a seasoned veteran; he wouldn't be easily deceived. He wouldn't listen to a single word Dong Jinzhong said.
In his mind, even if there was a misunderstanding, it was certain that the murder was related to the Seven Colors Hall's Qing branch.
Two people were dead at the scene, Chang Sansi's men.
At the very least,
