"Envoy, please discern the truth!" Zhao Jian hurriedly cried out, "The injuries on Zhang Xiaohu's body were all inflicted by the enforcement disciples. I only occasionally whipped him a few times to ease the injustice in my heart! I never intended to take Junior Brother Zhang's life."
Poor Zhang Xiaohu, at this moment, was unable to speak, and the suffering from being tortured by Zhao Jian was inexpressible.
At this time, the disciples around them couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves, thinking that the envoy from Yixiang Peak was making a fuss by accusing people with such a big charge.
Chen Chen, who was wearing a mask, laughed and said, "Zhao Jian, don't try to avoid the important and dwell on the trivial, or distort my words. I just want to know if the neighing sound that attracted the Blood Wolves in the Youlan Grand Canyon was your doing!"
