In the interrogation room, Jiang Man sat in a chair, listening to Ren Qian.
The interrogation room was small, with restrictive seals and formation runes carved into all four walls, giving off a dim, cold glow.
Several documents lay spread across the table, their ink not yet completely dry.
A faint scent of sandalwood hung in the air, probably meant to calm the person being interrogated.
But Jiang Man could not calm down.
His heart had already plunged to the bottom of a ravine.
The sky had fallen.
Eight hundred thousand.
Those words rolled back and forth in his ears, echoing with the bitterness of losing eight hundred thousand Spirit Sources.
Jiang Man did not admit guilt. Instead, he braced both hands on the table, leaned forward, and began arguing his case. "Senior Brother, I was only participating in the assessment normally. I had no intention of causing damage. The formation at the venue simply wasn't sufficient and couldn't take the blows. That was why this accident happened.
"The organizer should be at fault."
"The organizer?" Ren Qian raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "Isn't that your Small Courtyard?"
"Wasn't this the Sect Examination?" Jiang Man asked in confusion.
The organizer was clearly the Sect. How could it be their Small Courtyard?
Ren Qian put down the documents in his hands and leaned back in his chair, explaining, "The assessment organized by the Sect is half a month from now." Jiang Man froze at that.
At this point, Ren Qian continued, "Who applied to take the assessment early?"
Seeing that Jiang Man did not answer, Ren Qian continued, "Who proposed challenging everyone alone? Neither of those falls within the Sect's normal procedures. Since it was an application, certain agreements had to be signed. Did you sign them?"
Jiang Man