An old man with the bearing of an immortal suddenly appeared before the crowd, blocking Qin Shaofeng's path.
The four of them saw the newcomer.
The young man who had been the first to decide to seize Qin Shaofeng spoke at once, "Elder Sun, they suddenly appeared and interfered with our trial. Not only did Jing Fan offer no resistance, he even bowed his head to that brat. Please uphold justice, Elder Sun."
"Please uphold justice, Elder Sun."
The other three clasped their fists and bowed in unison.
"That was bowing his head?"
Elder Sun wore an expression somewhere between laughter and tears. Turning back, he stared at them strangely and said, "I came out not because I thought they were in the wrong, but because I was afraid you lot would court death. Do you understand?"
More than forty people stood there, utterly baffled.
Elder Sun continued, "What they said was actually right. They already explained their purpose, yet you refused to believe them and kept pressing forward aggressively. Your strength was clearly lacking, yet you could not see through yourselves. They politely asked, to no avail, and even offered things in exchange, but you still thought they were the ones being aggressive? I would like to ask: are these the geniuses cultivated by our Moon Worship Sect?"
Everyone fell silent.
"Although what Jing Fan did carried a hint of opportunism, it was by no means bowing his head. He merely used a little help to obtain the other party's willingness to let go. That was what best served his interests."
Everyone remained silent.
Yet after hearing Elder Sun's words, quite a few of them revealed unconvinced expressions.
Knowing he could not change their minds, Elder Sun let out a deep sigh. He turned around again, clasped his fists