The situation now was this.
The Elder Council wanted answers for its two elders and several severely injured disciples.
Hun Tiangang and his three good friends were already seated at the table, eating.
The giant goose leg was gone, but the other dishes were pretty good.
Hua Xuening and Zhuge Xiaohua had already gone to stir-fry dishes and warm the wine.
Song Sheng Chaoying got angry the moment he saw the Yan Zhao Sect and Old Man Wu's group.
He could sense that this matter definitely had something to do with them.
Song Sheng Chaoying looked at them and said sternly, "Just tell the truth. Even if the sky falls, I'll handle it. I refuse to believe there's nowhere in this martial world to reason things out. Speak!"
Feng Guiyun was utterly miserable. "I came to kill Zhao Ritian..."
That one sentence nearly made the Grand Dean snap.
Fuck... you bastards came here to mess with me on purpose, didn't you?! Is this fun!? Is this amusing!?
"Why were you trying to kill Zhao Ritian!?"
"The Old Dean ordered it. He said Zhao Ritian had insulted him too viciously that day, and he couldn't swallow the humiliation, so he told me to secretly execute Zhao Ritian."
Song Sheng Chaoying thought, What kind of secret execution is this? The Old Dean has lost his mind too!
Zhao Ritian was Fishing Old Man's disciple, after all. Why get worked up over some dimwit?
Of course, neither Song Sheng Chaoying nor Feng Guiyun knew that this had fuck-all to do with dignity or psychological trauma.
Drunken Elder took a huge gulp of wine. "Go ahead and expose us. Whenever you want, you can name me, and whenever you do, I'll die."
Song Sheng Chaoying rolled his eyes at Drunken Elder and asked Feng