Compared with the two of them's astonishment, Grandmaster's face looked far more twisted, as though all his hopes had been completely shattered.
After a long while, Grandmaster seemed to clutch at a lifesaving straw. His face lit with surprise as he pointed at Ma Hongjun and asked, "No, that's not right. You're definitely framing Xiao San. You said everyone had been infected with the plague poison, so why are you completely unharmed?"
"Yes, you must be slandering Xiao San. You must have accepted benefits from Spirit Hall, haven't you?"
"Hongjun, did Flender never teach you that a person should be honest? We can understand if you accepted benefits from Spirit Hall, but you can't push everything onto Xiao San. He's a good child."
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun stared dumbfounded at the shameless paralyzed man before him, as if he finally understood where Tang San's hypocritical nature had been inherited from. Even Flender and Liu Erlong, standing to the side, turned and looked at Grandmaster, who seemed almost deranged, as though he were a stranger.
"Xiaogang."
"Don't speak. Let him talk. He's definitely framing Xiao San."
In the past, out of respect for the brotherly bond between him and his teacher, Ma Hongjun had always treated Grandmaster with respect. But now, after being repeatedly smeared by this shameless master-disciple pair, he had completely lost his patience. His expression darkened as he looked at Flender and said, "Teacher, do you know what level my cultivation was before?"
"Hm? Don't tell me your current Level 71 cultivation still isn't the limit you had before?"
Ma Hongjun nodded, then recounted everything he had experienced during this period one by one.
"That's right. My cultivation was Level 76 before. Fortunately, I received help from the seniors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They helped