I have the face of a great demon.

Zhao Wuji felt as if his heart was being burned by a ball of fire, so anxious that he could not wait quietly.

It was already late, but worry and unease compelled him to act immediately. He disregarded everything and rushed to Elder Shen's residence, determined to retrieve his precious sword.

Under the cover of night, Elder Zhao Wuji hurried through the sect's corridors and paths, heading straight for Elder Shen's residence.

Zhao Wuji's urgent knocking on Elder Shen's door broke the silence of the night.

Elder Shen was startled by the sudden knocking. Hearing Zhao Wuji's shout, he thought there was something wrong with the sword he had forged, so he hurriedly put on his coat and rushed out to meet him.

"Elder Zhao, why are you here so late?" Elder Shen looked at Elder Zhao Wuji's anxious expression and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Zhao Wuji disregarded etiquette and asked directly, "Elder Shen, where is my sword? Didn't you say you would forge it for me today? I've been waiting all day, and now everyone in the weapon-forging hall has left, and I still haven't received the sword."

Elder Shen was taken aback: "Didn't I already prepare that sword and hand it over to you?"

Zhao Wuji was even more confused upon hearing this. He spread his hands in bewilderment: "No. When did you give me the sword?"

"That's not right. I clearly handed the sword to you myself."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the conversation between Elder Zhao Wuji and Elder Shen, which started peacefully, quickly escalated into a dispute.

The two voices stood out particularly in the quiet night, their accusations echoing inside and outside Elder Shen's residence.

"Elder Shen, what do you mean by this? Where are my precious sword and dragon blood stone? Do you intend to keep them for yourself?"

Elder Zhao Wuji's voice was filled with obvious anger and disappointment, and his eyes were sharp as knives, pointing directly at Elder Shen.

Elder Shen's face darkened, and he straightened his back, refusing to back down:

"Elder Zhao, what are you talking about? I clearly handed the sword over to you, and now you're turning around and accusing me. Do you want to renege on the 50,000 spirit stones for the Gengjing Stone fee?"

Elder Zhao Wuji's face flushed with anger. He waved his arms, his emotions running high: "You embezzled my precious sword and dragon blood stone, and now you're accusing me of trying to renege on my debt? Elder Shen, your actions are far too unethical!"

Elder Shen was not to be outdone, raising his voice several decibels: "Elder Zhao, I, Shen, am upright and honest, and would never do such despicable things. It is you who, having taken the sword, tries to deny the spirit stones; that is truly unethical!"

The two went back and forth, and their argument grew increasingly heated.

Elder Shen claimed that he personally handed the sword to Zhao Wuji, while Zhao Wuji insisted that he had never received the sword or the Dragon Blood Stone.

Both of them only believed what they saw with their own eyes, unaware that it was all an imposter.

In this situation, neither could convince the other, and their argument turned into a tug-of-war, with tempers escalating. Ultimately, the dispute escalated to the point of physical violence.

Elder Zhao Wuji was furious. He struck out with a palm, the wind from which was fierce, and aimed directly at Elder Shen's face.

Elder Shen was no pushover either. He dodged Zhao Wuji's attack with a swift movement and simultaneously countered with a palm strike.

The tranquility of the night was shattered by the fierce argument and fighting between the two elders, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The disciples poured out of their respective residences, curiously watching the two elders fight.

They whispered among themselves, pointing and whispering; some were excited, some were worried, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

The news spread like wildfire and quickly reached He Taichou's ears.

He has been troubled by the various conflicts within the sect recently. The fighting among the disciples has already given him a lot of headaches, but now even the elders are fighting.

He Taichou's frustration was like ignited gunpowder; he immediately rushed to the scene in a fit of rage, ready to stop this farce.

"Stop right there!" He Taichou's voice was like thunder, piercing the night sky. His arrival silenced the onlookers, who quickly made way for him.

Under He Taichou's angry shout, the two elders had no choice but to stop what they were doing.

Although their anger had not subsided, they did not dare to be too presumptuous in the face of their sect leader's authority.

He Taichou stood between the two, his face ashen, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the two elders.

"You two are really something! Fighting like this so late at night instead of sleeping, what kind of behavior is this? You are elders of the sect, not street thugs!"

Upon seeing Sect Leader He Taichou, Zhao Wuji felt as if he had found a savior.

"Sect Master, you've come at the perfect time! You must seek justice for me!"

He Taichou knew Zhao Wuji's temperament; he wouldn't have lost his composure like this unless he had truly been wronged.

"Elder Zhao, calm down and tell me slowly what happened," He Taichou reassured him.

Zhao Wuji still couldn't hide his anger: "Sect Master, I came to Elder Shen today to have my sword forged, and I even brought a precious piece of Dragon Blood Stone with me. But now the sword is gone, and the Dragon Blood Stone is gone too, yet Elder Shen says I took it. Isn't this a huge injustice?"

The disciples watching erupted in a bang. Elder Shen had actually embezzled someone else's treasure. Who would dare to ask him to forge weapons and magical artifacts now?

He Taichou looked at Elder Shen in shock. "You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually do such a tasteless thing?"

Elder Shen, facing Zhao Wuji's accusations, angrily retorted, "Elder Zhao, don't make baseless accusations! I clearly remember handing the sword to you. Are you trying to renege on your promise?"

In front of He Taichou, the two entered another vicious cycle of arguing.

He Taichou became increasingly puzzled as he listened. Wasn't it easy to tell whether the sword had been handed over to Elder Zhao? How could they be arguing about it?

After listening to both sides, He Taichou felt that one of the two people must be lying.

Since both of them were so certain, He Taichou couldn't be sure who was lying, so he asked if there were any witnesses.

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any witnesses. Whether Elder Zhao handed the sword and the dragon blood stone to Elder Shen, or Elder Shen returned the sword, there was no third person present.

Liu Xingchen was also called in for questioning.

"Yes, Elder Zhao did want to ask Elder Shen to help upgrade his sword, and I was the one who relayed the message. But I wasn't there when Elder Shen went to see Elder Zhao."

Therefore, Liu Xingchen was merely a messenger and did not witness the two exchanging swords.

This is going to be a difficult situation.

Just as this bizarre case reached a stalemate, a voice came from the crowd of onlookers.

"If neither of the elders is lying, then there is only one possibility."

He Taichou's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the person who spoke.

The speaker was none other than Liu Qingfeng.

He Taichou naturally took Liu Qingfeng's opinion very seriously. He raised an eyebrow and asked with great interest, "I wonder what brilliant insights Junior Nephew Liu has?"

Liu Qingfeng said calmly, "Then someone must be impersonating the two elders to swindle us."