When Li Tianjing heard them bring him up, he was already scared witless. Ji Dong Shengtian had instantly shaken out nearly all the hidden truths, terrifying him so badly that he came scrambling out on all fours, repeatedly knocking his head against the floor before Li Tianjian. "Sect Master! Li Tianjing absolutely hasn't done anything to wrong you! I only stayed close to Junior Sister Zhier to help her manage the sect! My Tianjing Sect and the Tianjian Immortal Sect have been loyal to the death! I had no other intentions whatsoever!"
"Today, if I don't kill you, I'm afraid I won't be able to quell Fellow Daoist Ji Dong's fury, nor restore Zhier's reputation. Does your Tianjing Sect have a suitable successor in mind?" Li Tianjian completely ignored his excuses. He looked at Li Tianjing with both eyes as if he were nothing more than an ant.
It was no wonder Li Tianjing was so afraid of Li Tianjian. That icy ruthlessness of his—even though he wasn't speaking of me—still made me feel a bone-chilling cold, as if I had been thrown into an ice cellar. Li Tianjian could probably really do exactly what he said.
"I... Sect Master Li! Sect Master Li, please investigate this clearly! I absolutely didn't plot to kill Fellow Daoist Yin Huayi!" Li Tianjing's face was pale. Even while kowtowing, he didn't forget to glance at me, immediately asking me to come up with an idea. His panic had already reached the desperate urgency of a life-or-death crisis.
"Sect Master Li, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Master. Master has devoted himself body and soul to dealing with the upheaval of the Tiannan Demon Sect, exhausting every effort to stabilize Tiannan. Yet Senior Yin not only failed to understand Master's painstaking efforts,