Though her body was weak, once she had regained consciousness, there was no serious danger. She insisted on going, and Ji Qinghe understood her obsession. After several attempts to dissuade her failed, he stopped trying to hold her back.
The people from those eleven sects had all been intercepted on the road. Once the black-clothed men blocking their way displayed a Command Token and announced themselves, they obediently followed. Not one dared resist.
The people from the eleven sects were brought in under guard in separate carriages and interrogated separately, one after another.
"You disgraceful disciple! Confess the truth at once!"
Faced with the questioning, the elders and other leaders of the various sects almost all delivered similar rebukes to the disciples involved.
The disciples who had joined Wang Sheng's band of swindlers spilled everything they knew like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.
There was nothing worth hiding. Things had already come to this-what the hell was the point of concealing anything? What could they gain by covering for Wang Sheng?
Wang Sheng had screwed them all over terribly. Without exception, they cursed him as a worthless bastard throughout their confessions.
In fact, the people involved had already confessed once when they met their sect elders.
Once they left the Western Extremity, their elders were bound to ask what had happened in that fight between Wang Sheng and Mulan Qingqing.
They felt guilty, too. Afraid of being held responsible, they had wanted to conceal it, but too many people knew. That beast Wang Sheng had done the killing without bothering to bury the bodies, giving them not even a hint beforehand. They had not even had time to find a scrap of rag to cover their shame, and in the end, they could only confess honestly to their sects.