Chapter 1389

Wu Dan was also racking his brain; he kept feeling as though he had forgotten something, overlooked something, and that something might well be the most crucial piece.

"Give me a moment to think, I think I've overlooked something." Now all hope rested on Wu Dan, and he felt the pressure doubling, yet the feeling was not at all unpleasant.

This feeling of being needed was a good one.

"What counts as direct evidence?" Lin Yi, bored, began discussing it with Xu Chenchen.

Xu Chenchen shook his head; he actually wasn't too clear on it either.

Lin Yi sighed; he was now missing Facing Huo Jinglin a little. If Facing Huo Jinglin were here, he would surely think of something.

"Direct evidence? Would something on the other party's person count as direct evidence?" Gu Yanqi posed a rather ingenious question.

"That should count too, and there's also the deceased's dying words, or some other key item."

Listening to Gu Yanqi and Lin Yi, Wu Dan suddenly thought of something. He sprang to his feet, looking extremely agitated.

"I-I-I remember! I remember there's something that can serve as evidence to identify the Second Elder as the murderer!"

Everyone's gaze turned to him. Ning Chen lifted his chin slightly, gesturing for him to speak.

"The Sect Master wore a jade pendant, a piece of immortal jade. When the Second Elder struck the Sect Master to the ground, he pocketed that immortal jade. I remember that piece of immortal jade was the Sect Master's personal item, never leaving his body."

As the Sect Master's chief disciple, Xiao Han naturally knew that jade. That jade was an extremely rare, top-grade immortal artifact that could nourish a person's spiritual root and boost their cultivation. In other words, that immortal jade was a tremendous aid on the path of cultivation."

"This immortal jade is very important to Master." Xiao Han stated firmly.

Now the key evidence was more than sufficient; the question now was where this immortal jade was.

"It should be on him. This immortal jade must be kept on his person to be effective." Xiao Han analyzed calmly.

Then the question arose again: how were they to make the Second Elder hand over the jade himself, and in full view of everyone, so that his guilt could truly be established?

Ning Chen thought for a moment, then looked at Xiao Han: "How well do you know your Master?"

"I've been by Master's side since I was a child."

Ning Chen nodded in understanding: "You said he harmed the Sect Master, that you watched the Sect Master pass away. If the Sect Master suddenly appeared before him now, how would he react?"

Almost instantly, Xiao Han understood Ning Chen's meaning. He wanted him to play the Sect Master. Anyone would feel guilty, especially the Second Elder—a man who had committed so many evils. The moment his conscience pricked him, he was bound to give himself away.

"But this way it doesn't seem to reach the point where everyone knows." Lin Yi raised his hand, the very picture of an obedient student asking a question.

"Do you have a recorder or something in your space?"

Lin Yi's eyes went wide, and he slapped his forehead: "Brother Ning, you're right! We have a recorder. As long as we record what he says, that'll do it!"

Now they had both the goal and the method; next they could put it into action.

Everyone first returned to Ning Chen's room. Wu Dan could not leave the mountain yet and could only stay in Ning Chen's quarters.

The entire room had been shielded by Ning Chen; Wu Dan was very safe staying here.

The plan was to be carried out at night, when it would be easier to confuse the target's sight and make him believe it was real.

Miss Hongxiu brought a mask and applied it to Xiao Han's face. Miss Hongxiu had not seen the Sect Master many times and could only work from impression.

Once done, Xiao Han picked up a mirror and looked at the face within.

That face was truly very familiar to him.

Reaching out to touch that face, Xiao Han felt an urge to weep. This was his Master, the Master who had once treated him so well. How long had it been since he had seen Master? He hadn't even been able to see him one last time. From the bottom of his heart he felt sorrow and desolation; he truly was an unfilial disciple.