(Sixth update)
"Yang Ming, tell me, why did you kill Feng Xiaotian?"
The moment Platinum Bishop Salas arrived, he questioned Yang Ming. His voice carried a trace of an Advanced Spirit Master's control over Soul Power, booming in Yang Ming's ears like a great bell, yet affecting no one else.
Had it been anyone else, Platinum Bishop Salas's opening display would likely have overwhelmed them before they could even speak, draining half their courage and putting them at a disadvantage in the argument.
But Yang Ming was no ordinary person. He was barely affected, only feeling a little pain and discomfort in his ears.
His gaze flickered. Following Principal Flender's earlier instructions, Yang Ming said nothing. He simply sat there like a wooden puppet, turning a deaf ear to Platinum Bishop Salas's questioning.
Platinum Bishop Salas's expression darkened slightly. He had originally intended to use this chance to knock Yang Ming down a peg. No matter what Yang Ming said, he would have seized on it and muddied the waters. Yet Yang Ming responded with silence, leaving all his effort punching empty air. It was unbearably frustrating.
Principal Flender cheerfully poured tea for Platinum Bishop Salas and said:
"Bishop Salas, please have some tea and calm down. Whatever it is, we can discuss it slowly."
Platinum Bishop Salas gave a grunt and lifted the teacup before him, taking a sip.
The next instant, his face turned exceptionally ugly. Though the tea had just been brewed, it tasted as awful as mouthwash—a flavor he had never encountered before!
As the master of Martial Soul Saint Hall, Platinum Bishop Salas had always lived in luxury. When had he ever drunk such bizarre tea as Starry Sky Tea?
So-called Starry Sky Tea was simply tea dust. You poured a cup of hot water