Chapter 2983
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Murong Fei'er's face was ashen and her entire body was numb.
She had experienced too many ups and downs today. It was like a roller coaster ride, but now, she felt nothing.
She should be afraid that Mo Weiyi would not let her go.
Based on what she had done, expulsion was a light punishment. She might even have her spiritual energy removed and become a cripple.
So what? She had nothing left anyway.
Senior Brother Qin was dead, and Senior Brother Du was defeated.
What hope did she have left? What hope did she have?
"Hehe," She was completely disheartened. She smiled at Mo Weiyi who was walking towards her. "Senior Sister Mo, how do you want to punish me?"
Mo Weiyi said indifferently, "You helped a villain and murdered a fellow disciple. Your crime is not light. I am only a disciple and have no right to punish you. I can only hand you over to the Sect Master. "
Murong Fei'er giggled. "I thought you were omnipotent. What, is there anything you can't do?"
Mo Weiyi looked at her. "No one is omnipotent, including me and you."
Murong Fei'er knew what Mo Weiyi was saying. The winner takes all. Was he trying to show off by preaching in front of her?
"What a pity." She could not help but feel sorry for herself. "You didn't fall to your death in such a deep hole! Du Yang is such a good-for-nothing. He could even mess up such a perfect plan. He deserves to be trampled under the feet of others for the rest of his life! "
If she had succeeded this time, she would be able to rely on Du Yang and be superior in Flying Fish Sect.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
She glanced sideways at Mo Weiyi with contempt in her eyes.
Mo Weiyi said indifferently, "How did you find that hole? As long as you tell me, I will plead on your behalf to the Sect Master."
"Hehe," Murong Fei'er laughed. "Mo Weiyi, do you want to know? Then I won't tell you! Hehe! "
If he pretended to plead on her behalf, even if she was not expelled, she would become a joke in Flying Fish Sect.
What was the point of living like that?
Mo Weiyi stared at Murong Fei 'er. He didn't think that a person could be so narrow-minded.
In order to prevent her from knowing the truth, he was willing to sacrifice his future.
"Alright." She sighed. "Then do as you wish. When you return, listen to the Sect Master's orders."
Two days later, the camping ended. Mo Weiyi brought the disciples of Flying Fish School back to Azure Thunder Academy.
The results of this incident were soon out.
Du Yang plotted to murder a fellow disciple, his crime was extremely heinous. Since he had already gone mad, his spiritual power was removed, and he was imprisoned for life, never to step out of Azure Thunder Academy.
Murong Fei 'er murdered a fellow disciple, and although she was an accomplice, she did not repent and was expelled.
The other four disciples had already been punished and would not be pursued.
After this incident, Mo Weiyi had established absolute prestige in the Flying Fish Sect.
She was fair in giving out rewards and punishments, and balanced leniency with severity, which won everyone's trust.
Usually, she never put on airs like a senior sister and was friendly with others, unlike Du Yang, Qin Qi, and the others who often scolded others and bullied their fellow disciples.
Even the other three senior brothers were very respectful of Mo Weiyi.
Although they were at the same level in name, they were very clear about the gap between them and Mo Weiyi.
The Sect Master saw the entire incident, and he was very satisfied.
If he wanted to win over Mo Weiyi, it was not enough to just ask about her well-being. That was only the first step, to let Mo Weiyi build a sense of familiarity with him.
The second step was the main point.
He wanted to let Mo Weiyi taste the sweetness of power, to let her know what power could bring to a person.
He believed that Mo Weiyi had already deeply experienced it!
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