At this moment, Old Ling called Weng Ting by name outright, not treating her as the young miss at all.
Back at Elder Spirit Manor, he could still maintain the attitude of an old servant. But now that things had come to this, of course he was going all out.
Besides, the Grand Elder was here now. What the hell was he afraid of?
Sure enough, Old Ling looked at Weng Yindu again and cried miserably, "Grand Elder, I have been utterly loyal to the Elder Family. I have devoted my entire life to the family—everything I did was for the family's sake."
"Yet Weng Ting turned me into this over a useless non-battle body outsider."
As he spoke, he pointed at Sikong Jing again. "It's this piece of trash. Weng Ting actually invited such garbage."
Old Ling then laid out Sikong Jing's circumstances. Naturally, he did not mention anything about Sikong Jing killing several assassins. In any case, Old Ling did not believe Sikong Jing had killed them alone—someone must have helped him along the way.
In any case, Old Ling was now spewing all manner of abuse...
As the Elder Family members listened to Old Ling, every one of them stood there with their mouths hanging open.
Another elderly man in a bamboo hat stepped forward and said blankly, "A non-battle body at the Soul-Reversal Realm? Are you joking?"
The next moment, Weng Wu came back to his senses and burst out laughing. "What did I just say? Weng Ting was bragging. Her status in the Eastern Tyrant Branch isn't nearly as high as she claimed. She actually only managed to invite this kind of rotten junk."
The instant those words fell, a cold glint flashed through Weng Ting's eyes, and she vanished from where she stood.
Slap!