Zhang San raised his hand, and someone brought out the seven disciples of the Qing City Sword Sect.
Although the mouths of these seven people were stuffed, by looking at their faces, the Qing City Sword Sect immediately recognized them as their own sect members.
"Sect Master Lin, these assassins charged into my military camp to assassinate me; many of my soldiers witnessed it."
Saying this, Zhang San coughed, then deliberately raised his voice and said, "The seven disciples of the Qing City Sword Sect attempted to assassinate a Duke right on the spot, further attacking a military general, which is no different from treason. Sect Master, what do you think?"
Even though Lin Wenshan was mentally prepared before coming down with his people, at this moment, being questioned like this by Zhang San, especially with those seven useless individuals caught by Zhang San, his old face was flushed red.
