“Oh? Haha, that’s one wild theory you have.”
Li Shen said with a chuckle.
Shoi-ming stood up, a serious expression on his face.
“Can’t all of you see it?! That flute he’s been playing has some hypnotic effect that’s slowly taking over your mind making you become loyal to him! How else can you explain the absurd notion that all of you would support this trashy prince?!!”
Shoi-ming looked around an spoke to the crowd of disciples as if he was trying to wake them up from a dream.
However, he only got expressionless faces in return.
“Bastard, what are you talking about?! It’s because of that flute that we can break through, it’s nothing like you said. Your just some spy sent here from another Faction to sow discord here!”
Shoi-ming didn’t deny it and said.