"In front of our guests, in front of our disciples, two of our sect's pillars engage in combat over accusations without proof?"
His spiritual pressure, even greater than Tian Long's, settled over the arena like a heavy blanket.
"What face does our Sword Cloud Manor have left?"
Tian Long's jaw tightened, but he didn't back down. "Sect Master, this matter concerns the Sword Demon inheritance. We cannot—"
"Cannot what?" Yan Fei's voice cut through his words like a sharp blade. "Cannot maintain the dignity and justice that our sect is founded upon?"
The Sect Master's gaze then fell upon Shi Jing, who had been standing quietly behind Xing Yue throughout the entire confrontation.
"Young disciple," Yan Fei's voice softened slightly, "Are you are willing to submit to a proper investigation, conducted with appropriate witnesses and fairness?"
Shi Jing felt the weight of hundreds of gazes upon him.
