The crowd asked in unison: "Miss Zhao, what decision will you make?" Seeing Zhao Ranran standing elegantly, her veil enchanting, her demeanor like that of a fairy, everyone envied the "Golden Boy," born with ties to gold and jade.
Zhao Ranran didn't care about the life or death of these people. She felt annoyed, arrogantly looking down on the Nine Heavens, even though moments of insight struck her, her innate arrogance couldn't change completely. She had to forcibly endure the disgust and think of a comprehensive plan, saying, "Ordinary disciples, first strip them of their power, then send them off to the government. Whether to kill or keep them, whether to punish or penalize, let the government decide."
"Disciples marked with flowers and elders, whose sins are deep but whose skills are profound, cannot be easily dealt with. They're to be heavily bound, brought back to the temple for further discussion on how to handle them."
