"You are clearly colluding with Ren Woxing and attempting to betray the sect. There's no need for excuses."
Yang Lianting coldly looked at Tong Baixiong.
What he hadn't expected was that this man showed no fear at all, "I, Tong Baixiong, have never betrayed a brother. How could I possibly collude with Ren Woxing?"
"You scoundrel spouting nonsense!"
Tong Baixiong's eyes widened like bronze bells, glaring viciously at Yang Lianting, wishing he could devour him.
Then he turned to Dongfang Bubai and said:
"Dongfang, if you want to kill me, Tong Baixiong's brow wouldn't even furrow. Here and now, just say the word, and I'll gladly die!"
But Dongfang Bubai on the high seat remained unmoved.
"Dongfang, say something! Has this scoundrel Yang Lianting poisoned and muted you?"
His words were anxious and irritable, yet filled with concern.
Yang Lianting frowned and turned to Dongfang Bubai, bowing as he spoke, "Sect Hierarch, should we grant this madman death?"