"It's exactly the same as what happened to Yuan Zhi back then," Zhang the Butcher weakly withdrew his hands, his voice hoarse.
He had initially thought that his uncle, Master Benxin, had been deceived by Yuan Gang, which was why he had suppressed him and refused to teach him the body-tempering martial arts for the Jade Liquid Realm.
But now, it seemed that his impetuous and reckless nature had made the inner disciples feel that he wasn't worthy of sharing their "secret techniques" with him.
Even though his talent was decent, he had been discarded without hesitation.
The other lieutenants and officers were confused, not understanding what he was talking about.
Shen Yi stared at the monk Benxin lying at his feet, then slowly withdrew his gaze.
"Take all the outer disciples for questioning. As for the inner disciples, escort them all back to the Demon Suppression Bureau."
The words "take" and "escort" made the expressions of the disciples inside the pagoda and those at the mountain gate turn into two extremes.
Being taken for questioning meant that as long as they hadn't committed any crimes, they would be released after the interrogation.