It had to be said: the righteous bearing and indignant words of these eight young cultivators were powerfully stirring.
As they shouted, Lin Qiao and Yang Yuanxing saw quite a few local Southwest cultivators beside them unconsciously clench their fists.
"Those Central Region cultivators who came before us really left us a troublesome mess."
Yang Yuanxing spoke in their minds: "We don't even know what happened yet, but a few one-sided claims from these eight are enough to make the other Southwest cultivators rally to their cause. Those old impressions clearly run deep."
"Naturally."
Lin Qiao replied through Thought Transmission to the other two: "The Southwest has no pillar like our Yang Clan to hold it steady. It's also former Demon Sect territory, so it was already easier to infiltrate and incite. Add the arrogance of those Central Region cultivators, and this outcome was almost inevitable."
"Exactly. Otherwise, that senior from the Dao Academy wouldn't have chosen cultivators from elsewhere to handle the Southwest's problems."
Xue Qingluan nodded slightly. "But from what we've heard, that Dao Academy senior only acts when he's very sure of himself. Since he's arresting these eight in public today, he must have conclusive evidence."
With that, the three turned their eyes to Luo Qianchou, who stood before the fire pit.
After Bai Chuan brought the eight over, Luo Qianchou did not immediately make his next move. Instead, he looked up and watched their performance with interest.
He had expected a scene like this. In fact, their strenuous performance was part of the trap he had laid today.
After being left hanging in midair for quite some time, the eight saw that Luo Qianchou still showed no sign of burning them. They began to wonder what he was thinking.
To avoid being implicated if anyone was