That person was Xiong Chumo.
Who was that person? Who was Xiong Chumo?
At this time, thousands of divine priests and deacons in the hall were thinking about the same question. They had no answer, but they knew that since it was Ning Que's last sentence, it must be very important. So they looked at Ye Hongyu with more and more solemn eyes, just like her expression.
Only a few people had heard of the name Xiong Chumo. Only a few people knew that it was the Hierarch's secular name, which made them even more nervous.
The waterfall-like curtain of light in front of the high platform stopped flowing. It was as solemn as a silent wall. The tall figure behind the wall became more and more imposing. A strong aura spread out in all directions. There was no killing intent, only a divine majesty. This was because the situation had reached the most critical moment. The tall figure had to crush all doubts and pressure from her.
Ye Hongyu stood in front of the light curtain.
Compared to the light curtain and the figure behind it, she seemed very small, but she stood steadily, as if she would not be swallowed no matter what happened behind her.
Time passed slowly but unquestionably, just like the wind blowing from the cliffs outside the hall. Although it was gentle, it was bitterly cold and unquestionably lowered the temperature.
The next moment would be the battle between the Hierarch and the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.
Once again, out of everyone's expectation, Ye Hongyu's expression gradually became calm. She was no longer gloomy or solemn, but just as a clear stream under a plum tree.
Without any expression, she slowly sat back in the chair.
That blood-red Divine Robe of Judgment floated up with her movements and then fell down. Like a red flower, it retracted back to the branch and no longer made a sound.
It seemed that nothing had happened. It seemed that she did not hear a word. She just sat in the chair quietly. Only the closest subordinates of the Divine Hall of Judgment and those red-robed divine priests with high states could see the impatience and tiredness in her eyes.
She raised her right arm and pointed at Chenqi and Chu Youxian from afar. Her slender fingers seemed to be dripping dew, but she did not conceal her indifference at all.
The black deacons of the Divine Hall of Judgment stepped forward without hesitation, knocked Chenqi and Chu Youxian down, locked them up with inhibition, and dragged them out of the hall.
Chenqi and Chu Youxian would be taken to the You Prison, where they might never see the light of day again, but at least they would not die immediately.
Naturally, many people in the hall had different opinions about this decision, but at this moment, no one dared to question her decision. Even the tall figure behind the light curtain remained silent.
Then she took a look.
With just a glance, the thousands of divine priests and deacons in the hall all felt that the Divine Priest of Judgment was looking at them. They were all shocked by the coldness and power in that gaze.
The sea of red, black, and brown divine robes could be calm or berserk, but before her eyes, they all scattered in all directions, flowing towards the low-lying areas.
Not even the sound of footsteps could be heard. In a very short period of time, thousands of priests and deacons quietly withdrew from the hall, leaving the world to the two of them.
Ye Hongyu and the Hierarch Lord behind the light screen.
"I'm curious, how did the Academy find out?"
Ye Hongyu sat on the chair and said expressionlessly. She did not turn around to look at the screen of light.
Behind the light screen, the Hierarch Lord squinted and looked at her back. No one knew what he was thinking.
Ye Hongyu did not wait for his answer and said coldly, "There is only one possibility that the Academy knows about this, and that is Yu Lian."
Yu Lian was the Third Sister of the Academy, and also the current Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation.
If Ning Que and Long Qing were considered lifelong enemies by the cultivation world, then decades ago, Yu Lian and Xiong Chumo were the real lifelong enemies.
The one who knew you best was not your friend, but your enemy.
Xiong Chumo finally said, "Since you heard that sentence, you never doubted it. Why?"
Ye Hongyu sat on the chair and looked at the winter sky outside the hall expressionlessly. She said, "I always knew it was you, but I didn't expect others to know it too."
After a long silence, Xiong Chumo asked, "When did you know?"
Ye Hongyu rubbed her eyebrows tiredly and said, "During the Rite to Light, your sedan was shot by Ning Que. I knew it was you the moment I saw you."
Xiong Chumo smiled weirdly and said, "I didn't expect you to be so patient."
Ye Hongyu said, "You've been in pain ever since you were defeated by Yu Lian. Even if Haotian cured you, he couldn't cure your Taoist Heart. Since you're going to die in my hands, why not let you suffer for a few more years? Why should I be in a hurry? "
Looking at her back in silence, Xiong Chumo suddenly realized that it was hard for him to look at her back like he did in the past years, reminiscing her figure many years ago.
She was very powerful now, so powerful that she could threaten him.
"How can you be sure it was Yu Lian? No one should know about it. "
"It's not because she's your enemy. In her eyes, you're not qualified to be her opponent. It's because she's the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation and the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine … The Devil's Doctrine has always been the best at scheming. I won't be surprised no matter how much she knows."
"Just because of this, you're sure she knows?"
"And because she didn't kill you even though she injured you badly in the back of the mountain of the Academy."
Ye Hongyu stood up slowly and said, "I couldn't figure out why she let you go. Ning Que couldn't figure it out either. Now the answer finally appears."
She still didn't turn around and looked at the winter sky outside the hall.
"Because she knew I would kill you. So she kept you alive to give me a reason to betray the sect. She used you, a good-for-nothing, to split Taoism …"
She said calmly, "It's indeed the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation."
Xiong Chumo said after a long silence, "And then?"
There was no then.
There was no terrifying Divine Light spreading, no shrill Taoist Swords dancing, no war, no revenge, no humiliation, and not even a trace of hatred.
Ye Hongyu walked out of the hall. Her bloody Gown of Judgment swayed in the cold wind like flowers blooming on the branches, overshadowing all the divine lights on the wall.
Behind the light curtain, Xiong Chumo's eyes narrowed into two lines. One of his eyes was stained with blood as if it would never recover. It looked filthy and evil. Gradually, a dim light accumulated in the deepest part of his eyes. It was shock, anger, and fear.
He didn't realize until today that he could escape from Yu Lian's hands because it was a trap set up by Yu Lian, not because he was strong enough.
In Ye Hongyu's words, in Yu Lian's eyes, he was never qualified to be her opponent. His life or death was not important to her. She let him live because she knew from the beginning that he would become the cause of chaos, or rather, the sinner of Haotian Taoism.
But Yu Lian didn't expect that Ye Hongyu didn't do anything. Xiong Chumo also couldn't understand why she didn't do anything after the Rite to Light a few years ago.
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