Martial Cultivator Chapter 47: The Dean in the Pavilion

This final spring rain was not heavy. The falling raindrops landed on the lake, setting off waves of ripples. After spreading out in waves, they fused together and one could no longer tell which was rainwater and which was lake water.

The girl holding the oiled paper umbrella stood on that trail. Actually, that was a wooden bridge that was not too spacious.

When one watched this rainy scene while standing on the wooden bridge, it was actually extremely beautiful. However, the young girl's mind was not on this.

Many things were narrated in these few days of letter exchange. But, from start to end, there were some things that the youth who had not arrived in the Divine Capital refused to say clearly. The young girl also knew that it was definitely a painful topic, so she did not persist either.

But missing out on key information made it difficult for her to do what she wanted to do.

The young girl also could not help but sigh as she looked at the lake.

Actually, even if she knew everything, she felt that it would be very hard for her to have a method to resolve this problem too. After all, the matter of killing several cultivators without authorization had been blown up now. Even if the imperial court had the intention to suppress it, they could not suppress it now too. If there was no suitable reason, then it may be presumed that the foreign land cultivators would not be willing to drop the matter. This problem was still at its most difficult step. How to resolve it had always been difficult.

It was just that, would there really be such a thing as a reason for murder that no one could find any problems with?

The young girl fell into thought again and could not help walking towards the heart of the lake. She was completely unaware and just walked along with her thoughts.

When the scholar at the lakefront saw this scene, he frowned and was somewhat unhappy. Since the girl said before that she was not going to the heart of the lake, why was she heading there now?

Thinking of his teacher in the heart of the lake, he wan

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