"Fang Mo, let's see if you die this time. You dared murder my disciple—go repent in hell!"
Mo Xinghe's eyes gleamed with excitement, his mind aflame. He nearly rubbed his hands together. "Perfect. I can even make you take the blame. Fang Mo, I truly have to thank you!"
"Wait!"
Just then, a calm voice rang out.
Mo Xinghe's heart suddenly clenched, and a sense of dread surged through him. He turned to look and saw that it really was Daozhen. His heart sank once more.
What he feared most was Daozhen interfering!
That was why, along the way, he had deliberately let the disciples discuss the matter and whip the crowd into a frenzy. He wanted Daozhen to hear it and form a preconceived impression. If he heard enough, Daozhen would believe it too!
As long as Daozhen did not speak up, Fang Mo would have no chance of turning things around. Once Fang Mo was branded a traitor, even Ling Cangyan would be implicated, and the prestige he had earned by dying to save the disciples would be weakened without limit.
Gu Yu also frowned slightly. He had already spoken with Daozhen, and Daozhen should have understood his intentions. Why was he speaking up now?
Ling Cangyan was already dead. Was there still any need to help Fang Mo?
True Monarch Qingshui looked at Daozhen and said slowly, "Daozhen, what do you have to say?"
"True Monarch, this disciple has only one sentence to say!"
Daozhen bowed respectfully. With a slight movement of his hand, a token appeared in his grasp, which he raised high. "Junior Brother Ling trusted Fang Mo. He has already accepted him as a Personal Disciple and appointed him the new generation's master of Taichu Peak!"
"What? Venerable Ling appointed Fang Mo as the