Xie Liang was utterly dumbfounded.
Even now, he could not understand why, when all the blame had been pushed onto his junior brother, he was still the one held responsible, while his junior brother got off scot-free.
Looking at the foolish expression on the man kneeling on the floor, Sect Master Li wearily pressed his forehead.
"You may leave."
As though granted a pardon, Xie Liang was just about to leave the hall when Sect Master Li sent him a Secret Voice Transmission. "Go to my room."
Xie Liang stiffened slightly as he stepped through the doorway. His face betrayed a trace of suppressed emotion, but in the end, he still headed toward the sect master's room.
Seeing that Xie Liang had received no punishment at all, the disciples below could not help feeling indignant, though none dared say anything before the sect leader.
Only after leaving the hall did they begin discussing it.
"What sort of spell has Xie Liang cast over Master? How many times has this happened now? Every time he makes a mistake, Master gives him a token scolding and lets him off! Even the other peak masters and elders don't seem to get that kind of treatment!"
One disciple sidled over with a mysterious air and a lewd grin, lowering his voice as much as he could. "I don't know if you've noticed, but ever since the sect master brought Xie Liang back, he's often been seen near the sect master's residence. Even his own quarters aren't far from there."
One disciple's eyes widened. "What are you getting at?"
The disciple shot him a disdainful look. "I haven't finished yet. Don't interrupt!"
"Once, I saw Xie Liang coming out of the sect master's room with his clothes in disarray."
The other disciples listening in could