The Great Elder stood at the door, pointing at Song Bolin with a frosty expression.
Beside him, a group of Elders glared at Song Bolin with murderous eyes.
In their view, if it weren't for Song Bolin and others speaking disrespectfully to Lin Beichen and demanding benefits, Lin Beichen wouldn't have brazenly attacked the Medicine Immortal Pavilion.
Everyone pinned all the blame on Song Bolin, as if they were innocent.
Song Bolin's face was full of despair.
He harbored both hate and resentment in his heart, but he dared not speak out.
The Great Elder had already promised him that as long as he took all the blame, his family would be placed in the Medicine Immortal Pavilion after his death.
The inner circle comprised the inner sect disciples of the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, enjoying resources from birth that the outer sect could only dream of.
Exchanging his life for the prosperity of his entire family was a worthwhile bargain.
"Stop your hypocritical pretense."
