The Qingshi Sect Leader sat quietly on the ground, his face utterly bloodless. He silently endured his disciples' curses without saying a word. At this moment, his heart was filled with remorse and self-reproach. He knew full well that the mistakes he had made could no longer be undone, and he could only helplessly accept his disciples' blame.
Chen Xiaofan coldly watched everything unfolding before him. His gaze was indifferent yet resolute, as though he was filled with disappointment and fury toward everything in this world.
Although he understood that these Qingshi Sect disciples had merely been used and deceived by the Sect Leader, he could no longer care whether they were innocent. Their actions had been far too excessive, leaving him thoroughly disgusted and repulsed.
Chen Xiaofan gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain, as though all his dissatisfaction had condensed into this very moment.
He looked disdainfully at the Qingshi Sect Leader and mocked, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? You had a perfectly good position as the Qingshi Sect Leader, yet you insisted on aiding tyranny and abetting evil. Well, now look at you—not only is your reputation ruined, even your little life is about to be lost. What good did helping me ever do you? Ending up like this, you brought it upon yourself. You deserve it! What use is regretting it now? Those are nothing but crocodile tears. Now I'll send you to the Western Heaven. Die!" His voice was icy and piercing, making people shudder.
The Qingshi Sect Leader looked into Chen Xiaofan's frigid eyes, and panic surged through his heart. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. He knew the tide had turned against him and there was no saving the