Inside the hall.
True Person Yuyang, who was enjoying the spectacle, nodded furiously at Li Ping'an.
Yes!
This lad was really something-just his sort of fellow.
Even now, he could still reason with them calmly and methodically.
Li Ping'an had said everything he could, leaving the choice in the Yikun Sect's hands once more.
The atmosphere in the hall seemed to freeze all at once; a falling pin would have been audible.
At this moment, the two elders of the Disciplinary Hall would never have imagined that the deaths of a few field mice could bring matters to this point.
Yet they could hardly let the affair turn too ugly.
After all, quite a few fellow cultivators were outside watching the spectacle.
True Person Yuyang was even casting frequent looks of approval at the Blue Robes Man.
If they really tried to crush him with their power and handled it badly,
they might well stir up a storm.
But with both witnesses and physical evidence present, denying it was probably impossible.
Both elders looked embarrassed.
Yet the ugliest expression belonged to Zhang Yuan's master, Qi Qi.
His brows were now knitted into the shape of an inverted V.
He clenched his fists, though it was unclear whether he was angry at his disappointing disciple for always causing him trouble,
or furious that this man called Li Ping'an had left him no way to save face in front of so many people.
Li Ping'an turned his teacup upside down, making it clear he did not intend to drink a seventh cup.
He said calmly, "I hope you will give me a decision."
Several people in the hall were somewhat surprised by his conduct.
He did not seem like a helpless man who had come seeking an explanation and justice.
He seemed