It seemed that Mingwa's claw had not been entirely without effect, contrary to Ye Tian's expectations.
Though that grandmaster of astonishing cultivation appeared calm and unscathed on the surface, he had in fact been injured within. Otherwise, how could Mingwa, accustomed to being arrogant and overbearing, have accepted such a stifled loss and left?
Jin Buzhong, who had returned at some point, said worriedly, "That old demon's baleful flames soar to the heavens. Is Senior Brother Sect Master all right? Should we ask Martial Uncle Ge to examine him?"
Elder Tong beside him said dismissively, "If he were willing to let Martial Uncle examine him, he would not be Jin Bunian, who cares so much about saving face. Didn't you see him throw all those little bastards from the inner sect into Kirin Cave? Wasn't that because he did not want this matter investigated? He said himself that if he found out who it was, he would take their lives. Those little bastards truly had no sense—they could provoke anyone, yet they had to provoke the most troublesome underworld."
Several elders nodded in sympathetic agreement. They knew that Jin Bunian was exceedingly protective of his own and would not easily act against inner sect disciples. But he had already made such harsh threats, and being so concerned with face, he could not back down. So he simply sent them all into Kirin Cave without distinguishing black from white. That settled the matter, and no one could say it was wrong.
Only those inner sect disciples suffered. Even these elders felt a chill in their hearts at the thought of half a year in Kirin Cave, but Jin Bunian was in the midst of his anger and injured besides, so they could not easily persuade him.
They did not suspect Ye