"Mr. Pei, feel free to ask your questions." Zhao Cheng instructed, then turned his head and said, "Zhang Jingbi! Bear in mind, if there is any part that isn't completely true, your punishment will be increased by one degree!"
In truth, there was no need for his threats. The youth's face was already as pale as his lips, like a quail shivering in the rain, showing no possibility of stubborn resistance.
To a young man who had grown up doted on by his mother, this was indeed a cruel aspect of sect life he had never encountered.
Pei Ye quietly watched him and gently said, "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth — you didn't intend to harm Yan Caiyue, did you?"
"...I, I wanted to defeat him," Zhang Jingbi said somewhat helplessly, his voice low and slightly sobbing, "It's, it's my fault..."
Pei Ye couldn't help but smile slightly, "Did you want to injure him?"
"I, I didn't think that much..."
