Blood Flowing into Rivers

"Huang Zhongguan, let's see where you can run to!" The Fourth Elder swooped down, flicking his sleeve and sending a streak of sword light flying out.

The sword light vanished in a flash. In mere seconds, it pierced through and returned, bringing with it the bedraggled Huang Zhongguan.

"Bang!"

Without mercy, the Fourth Elder slammed Huang Zhongguan heavily onto the ground.

"Huang Zhongguan, you still dared to flee? When has our Heavenly Sword Sect ever mistreated you, for you to commit such a deed?" The Fourth Elder clutched the register, glaring at Huang Zhongguan in furious exasperation.

Ye Tian, Ning Suxin, and the old man stood nearby. None of them hurried to speak; they merely watched to see how the Fourth Elder intended to deal with Huang Zhongguan.

"They say a teacher is like a father. I joined the Heavenly Sword Sect's outer sect as a child, and after advancing to the inner sect thirty-six years ago, I have served you ever since. This disciple merely lost his way for a moment. I beg Master to spare my life!"

Seeing the register in the Fourth Elder's hand, Huang Zhongguan could only kneel on the ground and kowtow like a pounding garlic pestle.

"Bastard, utter bastard!" The Fourth Elder trembled from head to toe in rage. Before all these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, Huang Zhongguan had actually admitted it all. Where had his earlier cleverness gone? Why did he not stubbornly pin everything on Ye Tian?

Truly incapable of accomplishing anything, yet more than capable of ruining it!

The Fourth Elder did not care whether Huang Zhongguan's pleas were sincere or false. He had given Huang Zhongguan this chance instead of ending him with a single sword precisely so Huang Zhongguan would make one last stubborn accusation against Ye Tian. That