The surrounding sects’ disciples were watching and followed suit.

"B*tch, corrupting the reputation of my Yorkshire Palace, shucks!"

"So-called Holy Maiden, worse than a prostitute, urgh!"

"I was wrong about you, yucks!"

"B*tch..."

"B*tch..."

There were lots of noises.

Saliva, dirt, vegetable leaves, eggs…

By the time Ynes walked into the hall of Yorkshire Palace, she was in a miserable state.

There was filth on her clothes, on her hair, and even on her face.

Breena had been waiting in the main hall for a long time.

When she saw that her beloved disciple was in such a mess, she was furious, but thinking of what she had done, she was a hundred and a thousand times more annoyed. Finally, Breena shouted, "Ynes, give me an explanation!"

Ynes' eyes went red. Then, kneeling, she said, "Master, I'm not wrong."

The Grand Elder, Melanie, sternly shouted, "Ynes, how dare you defend yourself? Everyone in the sect has seen it. You are simply stubborn and unrepentant! You have ruined