Zhao Yingqiong was there undercover. Hearing the shouts, she felt certain she had been exposed and grew tense. When did we give ourselves away? They must have planned this encirclement beforehand. I can barely move my hands or feet and have little strength to speak of. What will we do if it comes to a fight? Her chest ached, her heart plunged into an icehouse, and she felt herself trapped in terrible danger. In her desperation, she looked at Li Xian. He frowned but remained composed. Did Jin Feng uncover something? I'll stay calm and see how this develops. He held Zhao Yingqiong and Ding Longxiang tightly.
Ding Longxiang understood none of it and could only look around. Tang Wenshu frowned. "Young Master Liu, you may be the deputy sect leader's son, but you still need evidence for your words. Everyone here is either an elder or a senior disciple. If a moment's wild conjecture makes you raise weapons and take innocent lives, you'll chill all our hearts."
The sudden interruption had already displeased the elders enormously. Several had gained insights from contemplating the stone stele, even if they had not grasped its true essence. That disturbance had scattered seven-tenths of the understanding lingering in their minds, and their displeasure showed plainly on their faces.
Liu Jing said, "Naturally, I have evidence. Someone here has a thief's guilty conscience and spent considerable effort sneaking into this place. Perhaps they've even comprehended this technique already. Heh, our Flower Cage Sect may not be a great, prestigious sect, but that doesn't mean people can bully us like this-coming whenever they please, taking whatever they want, and leaving as they wish."
Zhao Yingqiong grew still more tense. Remembering how she had indeed comprehended the technique last night, she bit hard on the Saliva