Anger burned in Zhen Ming's heart. Clearly, he refused to accept that excuse.
To him, this had been no accident at all, but naked murder.
Who could possibly stomp straight through an island protected by a great formation without intending to kill?
Besides, Zhen Zhen had been his own flesh and blood. Even if he had harbored feelings for the Saintess, that hardly warranted death.
Could it be... that everyone who liked the Saintess deserved to die?
For a young man to fall in love and pursue the woman he liked was perfectly natural.
"Saintess, by your reasoning, if I accidentally killed a fellow disciple during a spar, the blame would lie entirely with him for being too weak," Zhen Ming said coldly.
"Senior Brother Zhen Ming, what exactly do you mean by that?" Yue Chan's delicate brows shot up, displeasure rising at his tone.
At that point, Lin Fan could no longer stand by. Who was this fellow aiming those barbed words at?
He put on a mocking tone. "Ah, how did the Heaven Mending Sect in the Lower Realm become such a foul, smoky mess? Just anyone can question the Saintess now. It seems we need to send someone down to straighten things out."
Everyone froze. Those casually delivered words stirred an inexplicable fear in their hearts.
The Lower Realm's Heaven Mending Sect Master, in particular, shuddered and immediately barked, "Zhen Ming, hold your tongue! Who are you to question the Saintess?"
"Your younger brother harassed the Saintess. He deserved death and more! Had I been there, I would have executed Zhen Zhen on the spot myself!"
The old man who had ignited his Divine Fire spoke in an icy voice. Radiance blazed from his eyes like two bolts of crimson lightning, and his gaze bore down on