Ning Chen didn't try to hide it or hold it back. He nodded slightly.

Xiao Yanxi said, "But there are no wounds on my teacher. I think you're prejudiced against him.

Ning, dear, you're being unfair to my teacher. You're boxing yourself in, and that makes it all the easier to let the real man in white get away."

Ning Chen sank into thought. Could he really have gotten it wrong?

But the next moment, he was sure he couldn't be.

First, Bai Qingfan's eyes and build were identical to the man in white's.

Second, Bai Qingfan had traveled to Bianzhou and then gone on to Xiguan City, and his movements lined up far too neatly with the man in white's appearances. It was just too big a coincidence.

Ning Chen said, "Little Xixi, you know the tricks of the jianghu better than I do... Is there any way to hide wounds on a body?"

Xiao Yanxi said, "You mean my teacher used some trick to hide his wounds?"

Ning Chen nodded.

Xiao Yanxi shook her head. "That's impossible. There are ways to hide wounds, true, but none of them are flawless.

You checked my teacher's arm and shoulder yourself. Never mind bullet wounds or arrow wounds—there wasn't so much as a scratch."

Ning Chen could think it over a hundred ways and never get to the bottom of her.

He was certain Bai Qingfan was the man in white, so why were there no wounds on him? He had even made a point of checking, and Bai Qingfan's skin was completely unbroken, with no sign at all that anyone had tampered with it.

Suddenly Ning Chen's gaze sharpened. "Little Xixi, are you sure this man is your teacher?"

Xiao Yanxi: "..."

"You suspect my teacher is a fake?"

Ning Chen nodded.

Xiao Yanxi said, "Absolutely impossible. Do you think I wouldn't recognize my own teacher?"

Ning Chen was completely lost.

Then what on earth was going on?

Could Xiao Yanxi be right? Was he the one prejudiced against Bai Qingfan, wrong about him all along?

Tonight, at the banquet…