"Ha ha ha~" Ji Man threw back her head and laughed again, her laughter shrill as a night owl's. "If this old woman did not produce evidence, I fear you would never admit it! That temperament of yours... is exactly like that bitch's! Guards..."
At Ji Man's command, another short, skinny, dark-skinned soul cultivator hurried in from outside the hall. Xiao Hua stared at him for quite a while without making heads or tails of it. In his eyes, these skinny, dark-skinned soul cultivators truly looked much alike, without any particularly obvious distinguishing features. He might not be able to tell them apart.
The soul cultivator rushed into the main hall and, with a thump, fell to his knees before Ji Man. Pointing at Zi Ming, Xiao Hua, and the others, he cried mournfully, "Ji Man, you must seek justice for Young Master Zi Yan! It was they who joined hands to kill Young Master Zi Yan near... Yellow Sand Ridge! This lowly one risked his life to escape from their hands; I did not even have time to collect Young Master's remains!"
"Ji Qing, do not rush. Speak slowly and make every detail clear. Not only are there elders of Houtu Village here, there is also Ji Man and the others from Jingping Village. They will certainly seek justice for you and make the matter known to all!" Ji Man's tone had calmed somewhat as she instructed him.
Xiao Hua frowned and looked up. Sure enough, several elders whom he had previously seen in Houtu Hall, along with Ji Man and the others from Jingping Village, were slowly entering from the hall. Every one of them wore an astonished expression, looking strangely at everything within the hall. It seemed they too had only just been summoned from various places