In the secret chamber, several higher-rank cultivators debated fiercely.
"Do you believe her?" the Junior Brother Ming challenged.
The Guangling Hermit answered with a placid expression, "She has no reason to deceive us."
Junior Brother Ming sneered as he raised the book in his hand, "No reason to deceive? Then what is this? Don't think I can't recognize it; this thing, she stole it from here!"
The Guangling Hermit still smiled slightly, "Indeed."
Junior Brother Ming was so angry that he jumped, "Indeed! Martial Uncle, have you been bewitched by her? Knowing that she stole something from here, and you still trust her!"
The Guangling Hermit pointed aside, "My word alone is not convincing; why don't you ask them?"
Junior Brother Ming then turned and glared at the other two.