"Sigh..."
Once Bai Yujian was gone, Zhu Qing did nothing all day.
She simply gathered those scared little souls, her expression cold, sharp, unforgiving.
She didn't bother with flowery words.
She didn't pretend to be gentle.
"If I hear so much as a whisper…"
Her smile was not kind.
"Then Yama will be the least of your worries."
A few disciples visibly flinched.
Some lowered their heads, breaking into cold sweat.
And a couple—
A couple were nervous.
Too nervous.
Zhu Qing's eyes narrowed.
'They already snitched.'
Even without using her spiritual sense, she could feel the guilt in their bones.
They must have told a close friend.
A harmless secret whispered behind closed doors.
But that was how rumors started.
Zhu Qing clicked her tongue. If it had been her handling this from the start…She would have made them swear a Sword Blood Oath.
But Bai Yujian had already given the warning, and Zhu Qing wasn't about to overcomplicate things.
