Han Yiming's expression was cold as he stood there, surveying the crowd of cultivators before him.
The disciples of the Ancient Inquiring Sect surrounded them, penning in all the suspected cultivators to prevent their escape.
"This is outrageous! Can the Ancient Inquiring Sect just decide who lives and who dies so easily?"
"We know nothing, and we can't possibly be the murderers. Is this how a great sect is supposed to act, just herding us all up like this?"
"We didn't even leave our rooms yesterday! All the fellow Daoists here can vouch for us. Why would we kill someone from the Ancient Inquiring Sect? Are we suicidal? Do we have a death wish?"
Many faces showed discontent, simmering with anger and indignation.
Several older-generation cultivators with considerable cultivation levels even snorted coldly, their words laced with mockery and displeasure.
