"Who else could it be but him?"
Ye Xuanji's eyes brimmed with viciousness, his voice heavy with suppressed rage as he said through gritted teeth, "In the entire Beast Taming Immortal Sect, only that old fellow has the strength to kill so many Spirit Transformation realm experts without making a sound—and the audacity to openly shield Chen Shan!"
"Senior Brother... Senior Brother..."
He Changkong paced through the hall with his hands clasped behind his back, muttering to himself as cold glints flickered endlessly in his eyes.
This senior brother of his was an old powerhouse of the sect, of lofty seniority and unfathomable strength. If they moved against Chen Shan openly, he would surely step in to stop them by force.
"Making a move openly will only give Li Zizai something to hold against us. That would be even more troublesome."
He Changkong stopped, his gaze as deep as a dark pool, his tone carrying the authority and certainty unique to a sect master.
He said gravely, "To deal with Chen Shan, we must first cut off his protection—expel him from the sect. I am the sect master, and the right to interpret the sect's rules lies in my hands. A charge of 'leaking sect secrets' is enough to make him pack his bags and get out."
Leaking sect secrets?
Ye Xuanji abruptly lifted his head. Surprise flashed through his eyes before blazing anticipation ignited within them. "Master means that with this charge alone, you can directly order his expulsion? But he's a core disciple now. Won't others come forward to oppose it?"
"Opposition is useless. The thirteen peak masters stand with me, and most of the high-ranking elders in the sect share no ordinary relationship with me."
A vicious curve touched He Changkong's lips. He walked to a dragon-carved