"Please, Sect Master, forgive me. I'll definitely fulfill my duties properly. Please give me one more chance."
Lin Zheng wept bitterly as he spoke. At a time like this, he had to admit his mistake immediately instead of endlessly arguing. The Sect Master's personal arrival already said everything.
If he honestly admitted fault, the Sect Master might still show mercy. But if he kept making excuses and refused to tell the truth, he must not forget—this was a world of cultivation. The Sect Master had plenty of ways to make him speak truthfully.
"You wouldn't dare act like this. Someone must be backing you from behind."
Ye Lin walked over to the recliner, picked up an empty cup, poured himself some tea, and spoke indifferently.
The man before him was merely in the Nascent Soul Realm. Yet among the outer disciples were even Spirit Transformation cultivators, and they had all swallowed their anger without daring to speak. There had to be someone backing him.
"Sect Master, there is, but..."
Lin Zheng crawled on his knees all the way to Ye Lin, then viciously slammed his forehead against the ground, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
For Lin Zheng to have attained this position, he was naturally no fool. He was also exceedingly smooth and worldly.
If he named the person behind him at a time like this, he would certainly die. If he did not, there might still be a sliver of hope.
Besides, though the person behind him was powerful, before the Sect Master, they were nothing more than an ant.
"I came here only to tell you one thing: Ye Buqu—regardless of his talent or strength—is the disciple of me, Ye Lin."
"I am a man who fiercely protects his own. I dislike what you did this time