Seeing the Martial Artist surnamed Wu turn and leave, Qiao Tai breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Xing, however, glared at Qiao Tai, his eyes blazing. He looked ready to swallow him alive.
"Qiao, I'll remember this, damn it."
"Things just got serious."
Qiao Tai let out a long breath and said apologetically, "Brother Jiang, please forgive me. This really is an exceptional situation. I promise that afterward, whether I'm punished or not, I'll give you all a satisfactory explanation."
"After pulling something like this, you still think you might escape punishment?"
"What a joke!"
"I'm telling you now: if you don't get the harshest punishment for this, my name isn't Jiang. I'll change it to Qiao, same as you. Fuck!"
Jiang Xing couldn't hold back his curses, but he seemed to realize that Qiao Tai wasn't deliberately making trouble for them. He truly wanted to report something to the Sect Master in person.
He couldn't help asking, "Seriously... what news could be so important that you'd break the sect's rules like this?"
Qiao Tai shook his head.
"I can't say. And believe me... you wouldn't want to know."
"I..."
Jiang Xing flared up again and nearly launched into another tirade, but the curses never left his mouth.
He wasn't a fool.
Qiao Tai knew the sect's rules perfectly well, yet he had still chosen to make his report this way.
And twice, he had insisted that it could not be reported to the Outer Sect Elders.
That alone had gravely offended the Outer Sect's elders. Once those elders in power learned of it, they would punish Qiao Tai severely. They might even strip him of his position as an Outer Sect Deacon.
Qiao Tai had to know how serious the consequences could be.
That... was proof enough that he