"Did you truly kill Zhao Zhijing and the others?"
Yin Zhiping took a step back, his face pale and his eyes filled with anger:
"Our Quanzhen Sect has never offended you, so why did you kill Zhao Zhijing and the others?!"
He waved his hand.
Swish, swish!
The daoists behind him drew their swords in unison, quickly forming a sword array that blocked Ding Ling's path.
"Today, unless you clearly explain yourself and give an account to our Quanzhen Sect, don't even think about leaving."
Yin Zhiping gestured for Lul Qingdu to check the direction of the Main Hall.
Lul Qingdu glanced at Ding Ling with fear, detoured three feet, and ran swiftly towards the Main Hall from a distance.
Ding Ling sighed.
If it had been Yin Zhiping who came to the Main Hall earlier.
Perhaps he wouldn't have fought with the daoists of Quanzhen Sect at all.
Compared to the sinister and ruthless Zhao Zhijing, who would resort to killing without a word.
