The crowd erupted in anger. "You clearly stole and ate our treasured Nine-Ring Grass!"
But the beggar girl tilted her little head, her eyes full of confusion. "Nine-Ring Grass? Is that something rare? If I'd eaten it, how could you have possibly let me live until now?"
The Second Elder immediately sneered, "The Sect Leader is too kind-hearted."
Shen Lang shook her head, a grave and earnest expression on her face. "You're too naive. It's because I never ate it in the first place. Your Sect Leader is simply exceptionally perceptive."
Utter nonsense!
The Sect Leader's face was ashen.
The disciple who had captured her, his face flushed red, stepped forward and pointed at her, shouting, "Would I falsely accuse you? If what I said was a lie, why didn't the fellow cultivators from the other Immortal Sects who were there expose me!"
