Mu Qinglan cast an indifferent glance at Bai Yutang at her feet.
She did have some impression of this fellow. He was extremely popular in the Inner Sect, and she had heard he could write fine poetry.
But to her, he was nothing special.
Seeing how quickly his knees had buckled, she knew her judgment had been right all along.
These ordinary disciples at least knew how to keep their mouths sealed tight, yet the fellow they were protecting had nearly confessed everything before she had even asked.
"Tell me, who activated the Spirit-Gathering Array in this cave abode?"
To avoid frightening him too badly, Mu Qinglan deliberately softened her voice.
But to the Hall Masters, elders, and the guilt-stricken Bai Yutang, that gentle voice was nothing short of death whispering in their ears, cold and utterly devoid of emotion!
Bai Yutang was so frightened that warmth spread through his crotch. He immediately knocked his head against the ground and spoke through sobs.
"I'll talk! I'll talk..."
But before he could say anything else!
The disciples around him could no longer hold back. They swarmed forward, hands flying everywhere as they clamped his mouth shut!
"Senior Brother Bai! You can't tell her! Whatever you do, don't tell her!"
"What's there that you can't tell?!" A Hall Master immediately berated the disciples. "Are you all idiots?"
"That person is making money off you, sucking your blood! Don't you realize that?"
"Would he let you in if you didn't pay?"
A disciple immediately stiffened his neck and shot back, "Then how about I give you two thousand spirit stones, and you provide me with two hundred times the spiritual qi to cultivate with?"
"Uh!" The Hall Master choked on the spot. His mouth opened, but not a single word came out.
"Huh?