He Songzhi, feeling as if his bones had been removed, collapsed to the ground and pleaded loudly, "Sect Leader, spare me. Those things weren't my doing, and I wouldn't dare harm the interests of the sect or raise a hand against fellow disciples..."
The tearful and blood-curdling appearance seemed to have suffered a great injustice and grievance, but no matter how well he disguised it, he couldn't deceive Li Zhirui's eyes.
With a flick of his hand, He Songzhi was rendered completely silent, unable to move at all.
Li Zhirui no longer glanced at He Songzhi, whose face was ashen, and coldly looked at the disciples behind him, saying, "And you all! Anyone involved in this matter will be punished by relegation to servant disciples, toiling day and night, never allowed to leave the mountain gate for their entire lives!"
