C236 The Battle of the Mountain Gate

Hwa Qingfeng glanced at his shoes, now stained black by the mud that clung to Xiaohei. His brow furrowed as he fixed a stern gaze on the disciples. "Explain yourselves," he demanded.

"Senior Brother Hwa, we were following the deacon's orders to cast this person out of the sect," the previous disciple responded, bowing deeply with his fists clasped, his voice trembling with apprehension