Qin Chuan was about to leave when Wang shanheng suddenly called out to him.
"You can leave, but he can't." Wang shanheng pointed at Zhu Jiahong, who was standing beside Qin Chuan, his tone firm.
Qin Chuan immediately frowned.
Wang shanheng continued. he killed his fellow disciples. The heavens will not tolerate this. I will definitely clean up the sect.
"Sect leader Wang, I'm afraid you've forgotten one thing. Zhu Jiahong is no longer a disciple of the Qingyun school," said Qin Chuan.
"whether he's the foundation of my sect or not, i'm the one who calls the shots," wang shanheng said.
Qin Chuan was about to retort, but Zhu Jiahong stopped him.
"Brother Qin, I'm the one who killed him. I'll take responsibility for my actions. I'll settle this myself." Zhu Jiahong said seriously.
"You still have a backbone." Wang shanheng immediately interjected.