"You tell me... you tell me!!"
Chao Wendao was so furious that his beard blew upward. Holding a teaching pointer, he pointed at Zhong Yi, who knelt on the ground and sheepishly admitted his mistakes.
"Master, this disciple knows he was wrong."
Zhong Yi's old face reddened as he hurriedly apologized.
Earlier, on a whim, he had dragged Mu Yawen in to play "Liar's Teahouse."
What he had not expected was that the Heavenly Dao Mystic Realm would recover so quickly, rendering the Sound Transmission Jade Slip useless.
Zhong Yi had then arranged for Li Moran to go out and report their safety to the Elders.
Yet in just that short span of time—
Zhong Yi had died beneath his own Crow's Mouth.
He had begun with, "Hahaha, how could I possibly get hit in one go with six chances?" and ended with a single shot piercing the soul. He had died exactly as he deserved.
As luck would have it, Chi Shengtian outside the Secret Realm cast another divination.
He received a message:
"A True Disciple has fallen."
At the time, the Elders had been frantic!
Originally, they believed that even if Golden Core cultivators practiced forbidden arts and wicked techniques, they could never be a match for Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators.
Yet three had gone in, and something had happened?
Especially Chao Wendao.
Those who had entered were all members of the Spirit Cloud Sect—the treasures among treasures!
Dozens of Elders immediately dragged their drained bodies forward. Even as blood spurted from their noses and mouths, they insisted on entering to avenge their disciples...
And that led to the scene now.
As the instigator behind it all, Lu Ze stood behind Zhong Yi, doing his best not to laugh.
A dignified senior brother at the Spirit Transformation Stage