Ye Qing's words were impassioned, stirring the emotions of everyone present. Originally, people were considering withdrawing, but now they felt that the people of the Sword Saint Sect were a bit too overbearing, and they all, without a pre-arranged agreement, wanted to speak up for Ye Qing.
Seeing the atmosphere around him getting tense, the servant leading them turned pale and gritted his teeth: "Ye, I warn you again, watch your tone when you speak to me. And tell me clearly, why do you say we are being overbearing and unreasonable? Why do you say we are shameless and brazen?"
"And you still have the nerve to ask why? Are you out of your mind?" Ye Qing shouted angrily, "You say that the Young Master of Sword Saint Sect died in my yard, so I'm the murderer? Hmph, do you think this logic makes any sense? Following your reasoning, if he died in his own bed at home, would that mean the killer is someone from his own family?"
