"You deliberately made things difficult for my pillheart Pavilion and even injured our spirit Alchemist. What else do you have to say?" One of the guards asked angrily. Since he had already hit her, he was going all out.
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I was just in a moment of desperation. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." As a descendant of an ancient aristocratic family, Jing Ziyu had never been beaten like this before. If he was really scared of being beaten, he could only give in no matter how unwilling he was.
A man could be flexible and endure hardship. Only by enduring a moment of anger could one become a man of great standing. Master Jing found a self-comforting excuse.
"What about the previous orders? you deliberately made things difficult for the pillheart Pavilion and looked down on the tens of millions of spirit alchemists in the heaven domain. Was that also a misunderstanding?" Ling Chuxi immediately pinned a huge hat on him.