Peerless Taoist

Yan Sui pushed him and blandly said, "Cut the crap. Someone wants to see you inside. Go in!"    

He led a group of the royal guards and blocked Song Xuanwu's way. Song Xuanwu had nowhere to go, so he had to enter Xianyang Palace.    

"Good! Good! I hope Lord Yan won't regret this in the future!"    

Song Xuanwu's eyes were still full of hatred. In his opinion, Yan Su had gone too far by doing this to him.    

His father, Song Qingfeng, was a big figure in the court. He had connections with many officials.    

"A dog raised by the king dares to treat me like this. Just you wait!" Song Xuanwu was a narrow-minded man who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.    

Even though Yan Sui was in a much higher position than him, Song Xuan-Wu still had a lot of vicious schemes in his mind. He wanted to take the opportunity to get revenge.    

"Second Master, you are here!"    

"Second Master, you have to help us!"    

Suddenly, a voice of begging sounded in Song Xuan-Wu's ears.    

Song Xuanwu looked carefully and found that over a hundred officials were chained up and kept begging him. Every official had blood on them. It seemed they had been tortured.    

It was night. The moon was rising on the dark clouds. The sunlight was blocked by the darkness. Song Xuan-Wu could only tell that these people were from the Song Clan.    

"Who is it? Who locked you up? Is it Yan Sui?"    

Song Xuan-Wu was furious. If it was just him, it might be a misunderstanding. However, now that the officials of the Song Clan were arrested, it was a challenge to the Song Clan.    

"It is not Yan Sui. It is that kid!"    

"He killed Lord Song Chuan and tortured us! That is horrible! Second young master, you have to help us!"    

All the officials of the Song Clan had tears in their eyes, as if they had found a backer.    

They had been kneeling from day to night, and their knees were numb. Despair had spread in their hearts. Now that they saw Song Xuan-Wu, they felt like they had found their pillar. They were excited.    

Following the direction that everyone was pointing at, Song Xuanwu saw Lu Yu sitting on the armchair in the darkness.    

"We meet again," Lu Yu said lightly.    

When he heard the voice and saw Lu Yu's face, Song Xuanwu's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could it be you?"    

"You targeted the Chu Family. Isn't it reasonable for me to appear in front of you now?" Lu Yu said.    

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Song Xuanwu's mind. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his mind, as if all the fog had been lifted.    

"I see. So you lied to the Dragon Guards, didn't you?"    

Song Xuan-Wu was like a constable who had found a blind spot; his eyes lit up, "You are just a little High Scholar. You can't fight against the Song Clan."    

Lu Yu sat on the chair, supported his head with one hand, and said with a calm expression, "If your Song Family is a monolithic and innocent family, why are you afraid that I will collect evidence?"    

"Hahaha! Do you really think I am afraid that you will collect evidence?" Song Xuanwu raised his head and said proudly, "The connections of my Song Family are beyond your imagination."    

"So what if you have evidence? We can erase your evidence with our connections."