"I know it's not my place to say anything but Sect Master heed my words, Mu Chen shouldn't be allowed to live... Think of your reputation, the sect's reputation, our sect will become a circus for gathered guests,"
Beta Fang's lips curled into a cunning smile as he observed the Sect Master's enraged expression. He knew he had struck a nerve, deftly manipulating the information to fan the flames of the Sect Master's wrath.
Truly many people have gathered here, including, Prince Qin... With the scene of the attack, their sect mesially stood as a means of entertainment for others.
"Mu Chen's actions have been most vexing," Beta Fang murmured, his tone dripping with feigned concern.
"To think he would dare to trifle with the Sect Mistress, using foul devilish arts to sway her affections. And his connection with the late Ling Fei - who can say what dark machinations he was involved in?"
