Ruan Zhou Edition
Elder Zheng could no longer speak.
Yun Zhiyi was ruthless.
She had once been taciturn and respectful of her teachers, giving people the impression that she would handle matters impartially.
Now it seemed that back then, she had simply been too lazy to speak.
The most terrified one was none other than Hu Qiang.
He was an idiot, but he was afraid of death too.
He had thought that with so many people supporting him, along with Third Senior Brother devising strategies for him,
and their master's last testament,
he would be able to sit securely in the position of sect master, without shedding a drop of blood.
It would have been the equivalent of forcing the palace to abdicate—capturing Yun Zhiyi and leaving her helpless.
With so many supporters behind him, he would then take the position openly and legitimately.
It had all been an empty dream.
Where had Third Senior Brother gone? Why had he vanished?
Just as he was thinking this, the sound of iron chains came from outside.
Iron Hand dragged an iron chain as he staggered in.
When everyone looked over, they thought he was putting on some kind of abstract art performance.
But upon closer inspection, that dog seemed to be Ruan Zhou.
The visual impact was immense.
Ruan Zhou had been tortured beyond recognition. There was hardly a single intact part left on his body.
One arm had been severed halfway, and his feet had been chopped off.
He could only support himself on his knees and elbows as he crawled.
His collarbones were locked in chains, and every crawl left a trail of bloodstains.
He had been dragged inside.
Shen Wuxiao walked forward with a smile and swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Elders, hall masters, do you recognize