The fat Evil Cultivator's tricks had surprised not only the cultivator with mismatched eyes. His final means of escape had caught Su Shi'er off guard as well.
Now that the man had escaped, endless trouble was sure to follow.
At the thought, Su Shi'er's face darkened further.
Everyone present froze at Su Shi'er's sudden, stern rebuke, then quickly glanced between him and the cultivator with mismatched eyes.
They knew Su Shi'er was making a pointed remark, but their expressions betrayed their confusion.
Li Piaoyue's expression tightened. Meeting Su Shi'er's gaze, she turned the matter over in her mind, then nodded gently.
"Rest assured, Martial Brother. I promise that none of the True Disciples will act without permission again!"
The cultivator with mismatched eyes had just retrieved his flying knife and was still lost in astonishment. Hearing this, how could he fail to realize that Su Shi'er's pointed remarks were directed at him?
His expression stiffened, and he immediately turned toward Su Shi'er in displeasure. "Hey! If you've got something to say, say it to my face."
Li Piaoyue's face grew stern, and her gaze immediately settled on the cultivator with mismatched eyes. "Junior Brother Qin, do not be rude to Senior Brother Su!"
"Rude? As cultivators of the righteous path, we ought to carry an unflinching spirit of righteousness in our hearts! If we see injustice but can't draw our blades to help, if we let Evil Cultivators like that commit atrocities right before our eyes, how are we any different from them?"
"Hmph! Calling him Martial Brother is just a courtesy."
"At the end of the day, he's merely an inner sect elder. It's one thing for him to be timid and afraid of trouble, but what right does he have to order us around and interfere with what