Seeing Wu Kun opposing, Chen Yang whistled, "Well, well, looks like someone is afraid."
Wu Kun's narrow eyes shone with a cold light as he retorted coldly, "It's not about courage, but my unwillingness. How could I, a revered Wu Miao Elder, just strip down because of your word? Where would my dignity be?"
Chen Yang shrugged, "It seems that, in your eyes, face is more important than catching Elder Yu Tong's killer."
Wu Kun wanted to argue further when the King of Miao's expression darkened. He addressed the other Elders, "All of you shut up. If we want to find the killer and exclude our own people, then pull down your clothes and show your right shoulder. As for face, is it more important than Yu Tong's life and death, more important than catching the murderer? Hmph, since you are all unwilling, I'll go first."
With that, the King of Miao pulled open his collar to reveal his right shoulder.
