The facts proved that Xu Chunniang's guess had not been wrong.
As time passed, more and more disciples arrived at the mountaintop. Without exception, every one of them looked as though they had suffered a crushing blow.
Amid the disciples' mournful faces, Xu Chunniang's calmness instead stood out somewhat.
She lowered her head slightly and bit her lip hard. The pain made her face turn pale, and tears welled in her eyes. At last, she looked somewhat pitiful.
"All of you, shut up!"
Steward Sun had been driven mad by the noise and could not help shouting. At last, the disciples' endless complaints came to a halt.
Though the disciples no longer dared to air their grievances, every face was filled with pleading, giving Steward Sun quite a headache.
The widespread losses among the spirit rice this time truly could not be blamed on these disciples.
After all, when the spirit rice had first developed problems, a Foundation Establishment Uncle-Master from the Inner Sect had personally investigated and provided a solution.
If responsibility truly had to be pursued, that Inner Sect Uncle-Master's responsibility would likely be even greater.
Yet even if someone gave Sun Eryong a hundred times the courage, he still would not dare criticize that Foundation Establishment Uncle-Master.
But the matter of the spirit rice had to be resolved.
This time, the entire Spiritual Plant Peak had suffered grievous losses and harvested not a single grain. As the steward of Spiritual Plant Peak, he absolutely had to give the sect an explanation.
After considering it again and again, Steward Sun wrote down the entire course of events without mixing in any personal feelings, then sent it to the Inner Sect.
Only after doing all this did Steward Sun turn to look at the disciples.
"I have informed the