"Heh heh, right now I wish I could hold my disciples in the palms of my hands and worship them. And you say I locked them up? Sect Master Zou, please think before you speak, so you don't end up making a laughingstock of yourself." I sneered.
Zou Heiyang had beaten me black and blue, and was still seriously wounded. Why would I fear her? But that didn't mean the two grand elders she had brought would swallow their anger. The moment I said that, both grand elders stepped forward, their expressions saying they wanted to fight me.
But Yao Xingtian quickly stopped them. "Everyone, please calm down. Sect Master Zhao is merely blunt by nature. This old man believes he would never do such a thing. If he truly dared, it would be tantamount to making an enemy of the entire Ancient Immortal Realm. Who would have such audacity? Let him explain himself properly."
"As expected of Sect Master Yao, a man of great virtue and prestige. Your words are truly convincing." I smiled, then swept my eyes over everyone present. "I've already taken my disciples to the ancestral medicinal fields to cultivate in seclusion, so they can deal with the repeated attempts to frame us."
"Framed? Explain yourself!" Feng Shenhuan ground his teeth. This was practically a confession by protesting too much.
"What need is there to spell out what kind of framing? Naturally, someone captured people who had never undergone the Immortal Heavenly Tribulation, then tossed them into our Fallen Sword Immortal Sect, taking the opportunity to make our disciples sacrifice themselves and die one after another. Once we were reduced to fewer than a hundred people, they could swallow up my Fallen Sword Immortal Sect. Heh heh, if it were truly that easy, my Fallen Sword