But he couldn't say it.
That humiliation and helplessness felt even worse than being cursed like a dog.
He could only bottle it up; his chest was heaving, his lips trembling, yet not a single word came out.
That look of having his sore spot stabbed, left dumb and speechless.
Completely ignited the fury and suspicion of the other big shots.
"Enough!"
The robed man from Tingchao Pavilion suddenly turned cold, his voice like shattering ice.
"Old Ghost, we're all gathered here today for one thing only."
His gaze seemed intent on tearing away Old Ghost's last fig leaf.
"We just want to see Captain Fang once. That's not too much to ask, is it?"
He swept his eyes over everyone, his voice carrying a kind of finality that brooked no refusal.
"For him, Fang Qingyu—for that so‑called common interest—how many lives have our factions thrown into the meat grinder of this Celestial Punishment Association? How much blood have we spilled?"
