When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when the drum breaks, everyone strikes it.
At this moment, Chu Shanhe had utterly lost everyone's support. He stood there all alone, enduring the condemnation and cold stares of the entire crowd.
He was panicked, furious, and so hateful that he was nearly driven mad... Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand what he had done wrong to end up in such a plight.
"It doesn't look like a self-inflicted injury scheme..."
Seeing this, Shen Qiu and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Shanhe's hysterical appearance did not look like an act no matter how they looked at it—if he were not revealing his true emotions, how could he be so grief-stricken and furious?
"Our sect has suffered a misfortune by producing such a jinx. We have made fools of ourselves before all of you fellow cultivators."
Luo Shuncai clasped his fists and bowed, then said with a smile to Ouyang Qinghe, "Please understand, Miss, that we have absolutely no intention of making an enemy of you. Everything was this man's doing alone."
After a slight pause, his expression turned solemn. "When Mr. Shen Yun arrives later, I hope you can put in a good word for us, so as to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings."
As soon as he said this, everyone suddenly saw the light and understood why they had behaved so abnormally.
"Quite the clever man."
Shen Xiao and Wu Shoushan nodded slightly, revealing looks of understanding at the same time.
The former knew full well how formidable Shen Yun was. Anyone with a brain would never choose to make an enemy of him. The latter, meanwhile, had an almost blind trust in Shen Yun. No matter what astonishing feat he performed,