Once the tournament concluded, Ji Ran wasted no time rushing back to find Xi Meili and the others to notify them of the situation.
"WHAT?!" Xi Meili’s voice rang out in sheer disbelief as she processed the news.
Lan Yingying, on the other hand, was so stunned that words completely failed her. She simply stood there, wide-eyed, unable to form a response.
Meanwhile, Tan Songyun furrowed her brows, her expression more puzzled than shocked. Unlike the others, she wasn’t just overwhelmed—she was trying to make sense of the situation.
"He deliberately killed a disciple and even admitted to it? Why would he do such a thing?" Tan Songyun wondered out loud.
"I don’t know, and we won’t be able to find out until he leaves confinement in two years," Ji Ran sighed.
"You mean we won’t be able to contact him for two whole years?" Lan Yingying finally spoke, her voice trembling from worry.
Ji Ran shook his head, "Unfortunately, we won’t. Once someone enters confinement, nobody is allowed to contact them besides the Sect Leader. We can’t sneak him out even if we want to since the boulder that seals the place is protected with formations."
"I don’t know why Yuan killed that disciple, but I’m sure he had a good reason for doing so," Xi Meili sighed, showing her unconditional trust in him.
"I also trust he wouldn’t kill someone randomly, but even if he had a good reason, the sect wouldn’t care about it. Regardless of his reason, he killed a disciple, and in the presence of the Sect Leader, no less. The disciples also seemed like they wanted to rip his throat out," Ji Ran said.
"Will he be able to cultivate while in confinement?" Lan Yingying then asked.
"No, the confinement chambers also prevent the prisoners from cultivating by depriving them of spiritual energy. The Young Master will have to spend the next two years doing mental cultivation or training his martial techniques."
"So we’ll have to make sure we’re powerful enough to protect him when he emerges in two years?" Xi Meili wondered out loud.
"I don’t think we’ll be able to catch up with the Young Master’s progress even with two years, but we can try," Ji Ran said.
Meanwhile, in the Sect Leader’s office, an old man stood trembling before the Sect Leader. His eyes were bloodshot, tears still streaming down his weathered face, yet his sorrow was eclipsed by the sheer fury burning within him. His expression was a storm of anguish and rage, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
This old man was Elder Bai, Bai Zhan’s grandfather. Although he had been outside the sect for business, he rushed back to the sect after learning about his beloved grandson’s death. freewёbnoνel.com
"Sect Leader! Please let me avenge my grandson, who did nothing wrong and was unjustly murdered by some psycho!" Elder Bai roared, his voice filled with anguish and anger.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Cultivation Online