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Chu Ziyu was shocked, but he still kept a trace of calm. He knew the rules of the sect very well. No matter what happened, he had to stay calm first, otherwise there would be no explanation.

He stood up slowly and staggered a bit. Rong Yu, whose eyes had been fixed on Chu Ziyu, trembled a little. Without saying anything, he turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

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Chu Ziyu's eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fell on the master of the Discipline Hall. His voice was calm and firm: "Disciple Chu Ziyu, I don't know what crime I have committed. Please tell me clearly, Master of the Discipline Hall."

The Master of Discipline Hall had a stern look in his eyes, and his voice was like the cold wind of winter, piercing and cold: "Chu Ziyu, you are the eldest senior brother of our sect, but you are not on good terms with your fellow disciples, which caused all the disciples who went on the mission with you to be injured and unconscious. There are even rumors that you deliberately murdered them. These actions have violated the rules of the sect and deviated from the teachings of the master. What else do you have to say?"

Chu Ziyu frowned slightly. He fought against the snake monster together with his fellow junior brothers and sisters. He set up a magic circle to heal their wounds and did not do anything to hurt them.

"Boss, you can obviously cure them without any side effects, why did you let them sleep? How do you explain this situation now?"

"No need to explain, this is exactly what I want to see."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I did lead my fellow disciples to fight the demon snake, but I never framed my fellow disciples. I didn't know they were unconscious. I just used the normal healing formation to treat everyone."

He paused, knowing that at this moment, he needed not only an explanation, but also evidence.

Chu Ziyu knew that he needed to convince everyone present, especially his master. He turned to his master, with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Master, I really have no intention of murdering my fellow disciples. Please understand." After saying this, Chu Ziyu waved his robe and knelt.

Chu Ziyu's injuries were not light at this time. His white clothes were stained with blood, which set off his pale face. His left arm was trembling slightly, obviously his internal injuries had not healed. His long hair was slightly disheveled, and a few strands stuck to his wet forehead, adding a bit of haggard beauty. His face, although slightly distorted by pain, was still handsome. His eyes were clear and deep, as if they could reach the depths of people's hearts. That hint of pleading, without any sophistry or falsehood, was only pure understanding and trust.

Rong Yu finally turned around and looked at Chu Ziyu with deep eyes, as if looking for the truth in his words. Chu Ziyu's heart tightened, he knew that the master's words were enough to determine his fate.

"Your words are not reliable. I cannot trust you." Rong Yu turned to look at the Sect Master and said, "Please lock Chu Ziyu in the cold mirror until a disciple wakes up to testify for him. This is fair." The light in Chu Ziyu's eyes suddenly went out. He did not believe that his master did not know how serious his injury was, but he could only respond, "Disciple obeys your order."

The sect master hesitated for a moment, and he looked at Chu Ziyu, with a complicated look in his eyes. He knew Chu Ziyu's character, and he also understood that there must be something fishy, ​​but the sect's rules were strict and could not be easily broken. Finally, he nodded slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Since Junior Brother Rong Yu said so, then we will follow the rules. Chu Ziyu, you will temporarily go to the cold mirror to practice in seclusion, and when the truth comes out, you will be cleared of all charges."

Fourth Elder Liuli did not expect that Rong Yu, who always loved her disciples and treated Chu Ziyu like a treasure, would be like this. She could see that Chu Ziyu's spiritual power was exhausted and he was seriously injured. If he entered the cold mirror, he would lose half his life if he didn't die, and it might even damage his spiritual roots and hurt his foundation. She was about to speak, but was stopped by the Sect Master's eyes.

Chu Ziyu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Inside the cold mirror was a forbidden area of ​​the sect. The cold air was so cold that it was difficult for ordinary people to practice for a long time. With his current injuries, once he entered, he would probably be in a worse situation. But he knew that any resistance would be futile and would only make it more difficult for his master to live.

He stood up slowly, his body swaying slightly, obviously trying to hold on. There was no more light in his eyes, only deep helplessness and a hint of determination. Chu Ziyu knew that after this trip, he didn't know when he would be able to go out again.

"Master, Master, and all the elders, I will not admit to anything I have not done. I am willing to enter the cold mirror to prove my innocence."

He turned around and staggered towards the direction where Han Jingzhi was, each step seemed heavy. The disciples present watched his back with mixed feelings. Some sympathized, some were confused, and some were indifferent, but no one spoke. Rong Yu looked at his back with mixed feelings. After all, he was a disciple that he had loved all his life, but when he thought of what he did later, the pain was suppressed.

Inside the cold mirror is a secret room hidden deep in the sect's forbidden land. It is said to be a special place used for retreat or punishment since ancient times. It is located in a quiet valley, surrounded by continuous mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, as if isolated from the world.

Approaching the cold mirror, the first thing that caught my eye was a heavy stone door, which was engraved with complex runes. These runes emitted a faint blue light. They were not only seals, but also magic arrays to protect those entering from being corroded by the cold. Around the door, there were some strange plants growing, and their leaves were covered with crystal frost beads. Even in summer, they did not melt, indicating that the cold here was extraordinary.

Once the stone door is opened, you can feel a biting cold wind blowing in your face. The space inside the cold mirror is not very large. In the center is a flat cold stone bed. There are formations engraved around the stone bed. These formations echo the runes of the outer door, forming a closed loop, making the cold air more condensed and not dissipated.

The walls of the chamber were covered with ice crystals, which shone with a faint blue light in the weak light, beautiful and dangerous. The air was filled with a chill that even a cultivator with deep inner strength could hardly endure for a long time. From time to time, icicles hung from the top, like hanging swords, making people dare not be careless.

In such an environment, cultivation is obviously a great test. When the cold air invades the body, one must not only resist the severe cold outside, but also regulate the internal breath to keep the cultivation from being frozen. Chu Ziyu faced the cold stone door inside the cold mirror. Even outside the door, he could feel the biting cold coming through the crack of the door. His body was already extremely weak, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted. Every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife, and it was painful.

The sect's deacon opened the stone door in silence, and the cold air instantly surged out, like a ferocious beast awakening from the abyss, greedily devouring the surrounding warmth. Chu Ziyu took a deep breath, his face pale, but there was an indescribable determination in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he took a step and slowly walked into the cold mirror. The stone door slowly closed behind him, and as the last ray of light disappeared, he was completely enveloped in darkness and cold.