The Huashan Sect has been handed down to this day, with a history of two thousand years.
During so many years, friction among disciples and internal strife were not unheard of.
However, an incident like today, where someone murders right in front of the high-ranking officials, truly is a first.
Therefore, Qin Hao set a record for the Huashan Sect.
Faced with multiple pressures, anyone else would probably have been frightened to half-death.
Not Qin Hao—he stood there, unfazed and calm.
"Sect Leader! Hand this scoundrel over to me!"
Zhuang Buming spoke once again, pressing step by step.
"Yes, Sect Leader, please! Please let the little scoundrel pay the price!"
Wu Zilan also shouted in anguish.
Sect Leader Lei contemplated, glancing at Ji Xinhu.
"Capture him first, and let's talk after questioning," Ji Xinhu calmly suggested. Throughout, his expression was very composed, as if Qin Hao had nothing to do with him.
"That seems appropriate."
