Zhang's influence was palpable.
Upon her arrival, the uncle from the Discipline Hall turned apprehensive.
"Zhang? What brings you here?" His eyes inadvertently glanced at Zheng Fa.
"Mr. Wang."
Zhang bowed to him meticulously.
She turned to look at that Senior Li and returned to the issue, "May I ask what this junior brother said about me?"
"..."
Senior Li's face fell, clearly aware of his guilt.
However, the uncle from the Discipline Hall chuckled dryly, "It's just a petty squabble. Why should a person of your stature care?"
"I care."
"..."
The uncle was at a loss for words, his complexion turning sour: "Even though Junior Li spoke out of turn, your favoritism towards Zheng Fa is also too blatant! The whispers within the sect do not arise without cause!"
Zheng Fa glanced at Zhang.
Zhang's face showed no emotion; she just stared at the uncle as if she didn't understand what he was saying and spoke slowly, "How so?"
