After her eldest senior glared at her, Jill Sinclair almost fell to her knees.

Seeing such a scene, Derrick Sinclair immediately said, “Herschel Lancaster, what’s the meaning of this? My granddaughter has already explained it just now. Why won’t you believe it? And, you just believe whatever this b*tch Nanami said? Look at this corpse. A witch does it. Can’t you see it?”

It turned out that the eldest disciple was called Herschel Lancaster.

He waved at the grand elder. “I can differentiate between right and wrong. Grand Elder, you don’t have to say much.”

Derrick had hit a snag.

If it were other sects, he, as the grand elder, would have flown into a rage and done something after being offended by a junior like Herschel.

However, Derrick was all talk.

He could not say something too over the line either.

That was because Herschel’s cultivation base was too high. It was three points higher than the sect master. He was truly the No. 1 in Hygieia Valley. Although he was not the sect