The colorfully-dressed She Ziying stood beside Hong Yan, arms crossed in front of her chest. She laughed coldly, “Earlier, out of consideration for your former bond as sectmates, Senior Apprentice Brother Hong Yang tried to help that traitor. Who’d have thought she’d be so ungrateful as to spit in his face? It seems that the old saying is true after all: the pitiful have surely done something to deserve their misfortune!”

When they heard this, the nearby Wheel of the Moon disciples burst into uproar.

Hong Yang sighed and waved. “Ziying, no need to say anymore. If anyone is to blame, it’s me and my excessive concern for our former bond.”

He seemed so magnanimous and open-minded that the crowd couldn’t help but feel angry on his behalf.

Cha Jin found it rather funny.

This She Ziying was targeting her at every turn to curry favor with Hong Yang.

But Hong Yang? He was just using this as an opportunity to show off his poise and breadth of spirit.

The pair of them were simply ridiculous. 

“Cha Jin, you traitor. Turn yourself in and await your punishment already!” bellowed a powerful-looking young man in ornate robes, his voice booming like thunder.

Cha Jin glanced at him coldly. “Junior Apprentice Brother Fang Xiu,...