In front of his father, Bian Jixiong had no need to keep up appearances. He shook his head helplessly. "Father, this isn't a matter of how we explain it. It's about whether people stand together or drift apart, about what our sect exists for. Our disciples were killed, yet we're keeping their killer as a guest. Even if we dress our words in flowers, it won't do any good."
The white-robed figure continued pacing inside, his aged voice as still as an ancient well. "They still have to acknowledge right and wrong."
"What do you mean, Father?" Bian Jixiong asked, puzzled.
The white-robed figure said, "Investigate and establish that Wei Bian single-handedly caused the assassination attempt. Find whatever motive you see fit. In short, Mount Wukang was at fault first, but although Shi Chun acted in self-defense, he used excessive force. However wrong Mount Wukang's disciples were, outsiders have no right to kill them at will. He should receive a light punishment and be detained at Mount Wukang for hard labor."
Put that way, Bian Jixiong thought he really could give everyone above and below an acceptable explanation. Still, he asked, "Father, is there any need to go to such lengths?"
The white-robed figure suddenly stopped. Through the gauze curtain, he sighed softly. "Mount Wukang has the East Victory Royal Court behind it. We fear no openly drawn blades, and few would dare attack us outright. What we fear are thieves within our own walls. Purging those traitors is our foremost priority. While I'm still alive and can still keep them in check, it will be easier for you to put the sect in order."
Those words made Bian Jixiong's expression turn grave. He nodded slowly. "I understand. But Wei Bian was Huixin's personal disciple, after all. Making him shoulder