Their righteous indignation stripped them clean of all responsibility and even seemed to excuse the disciples of some of their wrongdoing.
Yet their words won not a shred of sympathy from those disciples. Instead, they were like a spark tossed into a powder keg!
Seeing these Hall Masters' faces as they burned the bridge after crossing the river, everyone instantly erupted!
Mystery solved!
These old bastards were the ones who exposed this geomantic treasure land!
They were the ones who cost us hundreds of thousands, even millions, of spirit stones!
For a moment, every disciple looked at the twelve Hall Masters with venomous hatred, wishing they could devour them alive and flay their skin!
A single day of cultivation here yielded benefits worth millions of spirit stones!
Normally, they worked themselves to the bone on Sect missions, venturing out with their heads hanging from their belts, only to earn a few thousand spirit stones at most.
Cutting off a man's livelihood was like killing his parents!
How could they possibly stomach this?!
The disciple who had been assigned to guard the entrance earlier had seen these old fellows come in with his own eyes. They had planted themselves right at the entrance like bandit kings claiming a mountain. How had any of that looked like hunting down a culprit?
He steeled his resolve at once, stepped forward, and declared loudly.
"Sect Master! Don't listen to their nonsense!"
"They sat down here to cultivate the moment they arrived! They've been at it for three whole days and nights without ever searching the mountain!"
"Huh?!" Yao Yuanzi and the others' hearts jolted, and they all glared at that disciple.
You little bastard! You dare pull the rug out from under me?!
But those disciples were already seething with anger and had nowhere