"You actually killed him!"
By the time Ye Li received the news and hurried to the training grounds, nearly an hour had passed.
Only a few senior figures from the Training Institute and disciples from the Quieting Hall were present. There were no outsiders.
Seeing Ye Tianming standing there in a daze, utterly bereft, his fury surged. He strode forward and slapped him hard across the face.
Smack!
"You wretch! Who gave you the nerve?"
Ye Tianming swayed, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he still turned his head back and stared fixedly ahead.
His gaze was unfocused, terrifyingly empty.
Faced with Ye Li's demands, he offered no defense, begged for no mercy, and showed no sign of grief.
It was as though, from the moment he accidentally killed Ba Ming, that sinister, treacherous killing move had slain his soul as well.
"Elder Ye, calm down first. Getting angry now won't solve anything," the Institute Master beside him reminded him with a frown.
"Forgive my bluntness. Accidental injuries on the training grounds are common, but killing someone is ultimately unforgivable. If the sect learns of this, it will certainly not tolerate it. At most, it will take your son's unintentional mistake into consideration and impose a lighter punishment," the Institute Master said gravely.
Whatever else he might be, Ye Tianming was an elite disciple of the Cang Mountain Academy, a promising genius who carried their hopes of winning fame and distinction. Once he achieved success, they too would reap the rewards.
Unless there was no other choice, he truly did not want to destroy Ye Tianming's future.
But the Azure Cloud Sect was a renowned righteous sect. When a disciple died, someone had to take responsibility.
"Our only option now is to frame what happened here as