Yi grew restless.
This was a matter of life and death!
There was no room for negligence!
"Why are all of you looking at me?" he said in a fit of rage, "You don't think I'm the traitor, do you? I am Apostle Yi, second only to the sect hierarch, above tens of thousands. Would I really turn against myself?"
What a joke!
Loo's expression remained stoic as he slowly spoke, "We haven't said anything, so why the rush?"
Yi's demeanor faltered.
Indeed!
What was he anxious about?
If he was innocent, he shouldn't be afraid of his shadow—after all, he didn't meet with Er and Qi last night. Even if the king of heaven came down, he had nothing to do with the deaths of Er and Qi!
"Do I look like I'm in a hurry?" he retorted angrily, "The sect hierarch is asking who the traitor is, what does your looking at me imply?"
Loo shrugged his shoulders.
Er hesitated then began, "Sect Hierarch..."
"Out with it," the Monk frowned, "Why are you all looking at Yi?"