The disciples around immediately fell silent.
In the deathly still wind, one could faintly hear Lin Boyue's heavy breathing.
Without turning around, he intoned each word, his voice bone-chillingly cold,
"Tell me everything, one detail at a time, don't leave anything out!"
"Yes!"
Qiao Yushan knelt on the ground, dared not rise, and hastily recounted everything.
When he heard that Princess Gao, Li Xiangyun, had posthumously conferred the title 'Immortal Master of the State' on Zhuang Yi, and Yan Qing's punishment was essentially non-existent.
"Li Xiangyun pushes too far!"
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Lin Boyue murmured in rage.
However, this time, the disciples' echoing voices were much lower.
As if even mentioning this name was like an unspoken form of intimidation.
Noticing this, disappointment and sadness flashed through Lin Boyue's eyes.
In that moment, turmoil surged in his heart, but his face showed no signs of it. He waved his hand: "You all, leave!"