Elder Yin’s eyes flickered. He had to find a scapegoat for today’s matter. Only then could he exonerate Yin Zhenfan.
Otherwise, if this matter were to spread, everyone would think that Yin Zhenfan had offended the ancient sword spirit. His future would be ruined.
As long as he found a scapegoat, Yin Zhenfan would become a victim. In the future, he would spend more effort to let him comprehend the sword spirit again.
As long as he spent more effort, even an ordinary sword spirit might be able to become a true disciple.
Thinking of this, elder Yin looked at manager Ji and said coldly, “Let them all come over!”
Manager Ji’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. Hearing this, he hurriedly called over the surrounding in-name disciples.
Under elder Yin’s pressure, those outer sect in-name disciples all knelt on the ground and trembled.
Although they didn’t do anything wrong, these in-name disciples were like grass in elder Yin’s eyes. How could they not be afraid? !