"Yet you people of Big Bamboo Peak have covered for one another from top to bottom, unable to tell right from wrong. I say, Tian Buyi, you can hardly escape blame as its Chief Seat!"
He directly turned his accusations toward Tian Buyi.
Tian Buyi trembled with rage, and the Crimson Flame Immortal Sword in his hand let out a low hum.
But in the end, he held himself back.
Tian Buyi knew that if he acted now, he would truly be guilty of covering for Zhang Xiaofan. Then, never mind Zhang Xiaofan—even all of Big Bamboo Peak would be doomed beyond redemption.
The atmosphere in the great hall grew increasingly tense.
Master Puhong of Heavenly Sound Temple still sat with his eyes lowered, as if he had heard none of it.
The people from Incense Burning Valley watched with great interest, their faces full of anticipation.
The disciples from the other branches of Green Cloud Sect, meanwhile, whispered among themselves.
Zhang Xiaofan knelt on the cold floor, listening to each accusation and feeling the icy gazes coming at him from all sides.
He wanted to explain himself, but had no idea where to begin.
Master Pu Zhi's dying request, the massacre at Grass Temple Village, the secret of the Blood-Devouring Bead...
He couldn't tell them any of it.
If he did, not only would it implicate the departed Divine Monk Puzhi, it would also drive an irreparable rift between Heavenly Sound Temple and Green Cloud Sect.
All he could do was remain silent.
He bore all this injustice and grievance in silence.
In Daoist Cangsong's eyes, his silence was as good as an admission.
"Senior Brother Sect Leader, look! This wretch has nothing left to say!"
Daoist Cangsong bowed once more to Daoist Daoxuan.
"Your disciple begs Senior Brother