The crowd listened in silence, simply watching the Crow, waiting for him to continue.
Of course, the Crow was eager to go on. Finally finding an outlet, he wanted to say as much as he could. Moreover, Ye Tianfan and the others were all Taichu Sect disciples. If they believed him, perhaps he could salvage his reputation, or even better, they might denounce his heartless apprentice who had betrayed him.
The Crow had almost no strength left. Even if he healed his meridians and resumed cultivation, his talents were far inferior to what they once were, giving him no hope of achieving revenge in this lifetime.
If these righteous disciples heard of his plight, maybe they would avenge him. Maybe, just maybe, right?
