How dare you still maintain such an attitude?
As this thought swirled in his mind, his gaze towards the people below changed subtly, with a hint of peculiarity.
Ma Yihong, flushed red, was about to speak when he suddenly heard that cold voice transmit: "If you plan to support the Sect and not disappoint your masters, you mustn't be so easily angered."
Ma Yihong opened his mouth and said:
"But, they slandered..."
Everyone's eyes around had a peculiar look, although hidden, even the slightest thing, when gathered by thousands, became too large to ignore, the murmuring never ceased.
Ma Yihong hadn't read many books, but at this moment, a literary saying appeared in his mind.
To bear the world's slander upon oneself.
He saw the black-clad swordsman's slow movements, returning the Mo Blade to its sheath.
The voice transmitted was indifferent, as if nothing special.
"Just a false reputation."
