Lin Changqing regarded Han Zhi Xian solemnly. At last, the despair and helplessness in her eyes gradually faded, and a glimmer of hope appeared.
"Senior Disciple Brother! I believe you!"
"I can testify. Many of our senior and junior sisters were coerced by Chang Er!"
"And Ma Yuan was in league with Chang Er. He led many Interception Sect disciples in sowing chaos within the sect!"
At last, Han Zhi Xian held nothing back and named the Interception Sect disciples involved.
Lin Changqing furrowed his brows. There were far more of them than he had imagined.
Most were outer disciples, even nominal disciples, but quite a few inner disciples were involved as well.
Fortunately, none of the eight personal disciples were among them. Of the Seven Attendant Immortals, only Chang Er was involved.
Even so, fury surged through Lin Changqing, barely held in check. As he looked at Chang Er Ding Guang Xian beyond the formation, his eyes were filled with killing intent!
"Ha ha ha!"
"Junior Sister Hanzhi, have you run out of magic power? Can you no longer maintain the formation—or even speak?"
"Cultivate with your senior brother, and I'll make sure you break through immediately!"
"What good will it do you to keep struggling?"
"Hanzhi, oh, Hanzhi. I am one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, and I cultivated under Master. Even the nine personal disciples have to show me respect! I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
"Open the formation yourself, now! If I have to break it by force, things won't be so simple for you!"
Chang Er Ding Guang Xian sneered. By now, he wasn't even trying to hide his vile intentions.
Without Han Zhi Xian to maintain it, the formation protecting her island had long