"Master, you must save me! That so-called True Person Wuji must have found some random pretext just to make things difficult for our Blood Lotus Sect!"
Elder Zhu wept copious tears, his tone utterly miserable, like a young wife who had suffered every grievance imaginable.
The other Blood Lotus Sect elders who were close to Elder Zhu also chimed in one after another:
"Old Zhu has a point. That True Person Wuji only just arrived in Baolian City—when would he have had the time to take a disciple?"
"Exactly, exactly. That True Person Wuji clearly harbors ill intent and just wants to find some excuse to trouble us."
"We absolutely cannot let this person have his way, or the Blood Lotus Sect's prestige will be gone from now on!"
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At the bottom of the blood pool, the Blood Lotus Sect Master sat cross-legged upon a lotus throne. His face had become so grim it seemed water could drip from it at any moment.
He stared at the tear-streaked Elder Zhu, and even his blood-colored cassock trembled.
"Didn't I tell you all to behave yourselves these past few days?" The Blood Lotus Sect Master was filled with fury, nearly wanting to slap this worthless subordinate of his to death.
He had only just warned them, yet before long, one of his sect's elders had provoked that baleful star.
What was he supposed to do? Clean house himself?
To prevent True Person Wuji from finding fault with him, that seemed to be the only option.
But as the other elders had just said, where would the Blood Lotus Sect's prestige go afterward? How was he supposed to command respect in the future?
Just as the Blood Lotus Sect Master was torn over this, a powerful Spiritual Sense suddenly swept over them