Chapter 441 Give my daughter back to me!
Meng Weilan was not intimidated by the Third Elder's words.
She wiped the tears from her face vigorously, then straightened her spine, glared at the third elder and responded: "For my daughter, I am not afraid of anything."
The third elder looked dignified, coldly looked at Meng Weilan, and sneered: "Madam Shen, don't think that we, the Cang Luo Holy Academy, are afraid of your Shen family!"
Meng Weilan's eyes widened, her face flushed, and she shouted angrily:
"Humph, so what about the Cangluo Holy Academy? Our Shen family is also a prestigious family in this continent. We are not a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied!"
"My daughter is so outstanding. Now that something like this has happened, do you think your Saint Academy can shirk responsibility so easily? Absolutely not!"
After hearing this, the third elder's face instantly became extremely gloomy.
He glared at Meng Weilan fiercely, with veins bulging on his forehead, as if he was about to explode out of control.
His expression was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and he was obviously extremely annoyed by Meng Weilan's attitude.
But he still suppressed the anger in his heart, gritting his teeth and said: "What a Shen family, they are so arrogant!"
Meng Weilan snorted disdainfully and continued to speak out: "So what if you are arrogant? Our Shen family has the strength to do so!"
When the third elder heard this, he puffed out his chest slightly, a hint of majesty and impatience appeared in his eyes, and then he stared straight at Meng Weilan and Shen Minglang.
"Master Shen, Madam Shen, we are also very sorry for your daughter's unfortunate experience. However, our Holy Academy has done everything we can."
"However, before our disciples entered the secret realm, we had already warned them to be cautious."
The Third Elder explained, his hands behind his back.
"Moreover, we have equipped each disciple with many life-saving magic weapons and elixirs to ensure their safety."
The third elder raised his voice and continued, "Another point that needs to be made clear is that entering the secret realm is a voluntary act."
"And your daughter's choice to enter the secret realm was not the result of our Holy Academy's coercion, but she participated in it voluntarily. Therefore, this matter cannot be blamed on our Holy Academy."
At this time, the fifth elder came forward.
He looked at Meng Weilan and Shen Minglang and added:
"You two, if I remember correctly, you also sent several Spirit King Realm secret guards to the secret realm to protect your daughter."
"But even they were unable to protect her in the secret realm. We elders who were unable to enter the secret realm are helpless."
After saying this, the fifth elder shook his head and sighed.
Meng Weilan turned her head abruptly and glared at the Fifth Elder: "Stop pretending here. My daughter is gone, and it's useless for you to say anything!"
At this time, the Third Elder couldn't help but glare at the sad-looking Meng Weilan again, and said seriously:
"We, the Holy Academy, have done our utmost to protect our rights and obligations in all matters. But now that your two daughters have met with misfortune in the secret realm, you want us to give you an explanation?"
"I don't care. My Yan'er is gone. Don't even think about shirking your responsibility, Holy Academy." Meng Weilan yelled at the top of her lungs.
The sound was so sharp that it seemed to pierce one's eardrums.
Her tears burst out again like a river bursting its dam, her voice choked with sobs, and she was on the verge of losing her mind.
The third elder snorted disdainfully, completely ignoring Meng Weilan's roar, and continued:
"Mrs. Shen, it is meaningless for you to be so unreasonable. We understand your grief over the loss of your beloved daughter, but please do not put the blame on our Holy Academy."
"The secret realm is fraught with danger. Although we at the Holy Academy have done our best, we cannot guarantee the absolute safety of every disciple. We deeply regret what happened to your daughter, but it is not our fault."
"Of course," the Third Elder paused, then said seriously, "You can explain if you want. Our Saint Academy can give you an explanation."
"But the prerequisite is that you tell me what our Holy Academy did wrong that led to your daughter's death in the secret realm."
The Third Elder's voice became increasingly stern, as if it could penetrate the air.
He sneered: "If you can point out where our Holy Academy has done something wrong, we will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
He stared sharply at Shen Minglang and his wife, his expression serious and firm, not allowing any doubt.
It seemed to be telling them that if they didn't have solid evidence, they shouldn't even think about making random accusations against the Holy Academy, because their Holy Academy wasn't something that could be easily messed with!
Shen Minglang was speechless after hearing what the Third Elder said. His grief and anger suddenly solidified in the air.
He opened his mouth, but found it difficult to refute the Third Elder's words, so he could only lower his eyes helplessly.
His mind told him that the Third Elder was right, but he couldn't accept this fact emotionally.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement and anger.
However, just as he was trying to control himself, Meng Weilan's crying broke his calm again.
Meng Weilan cried even more heart-wrenchingly, her voice as mournful as a cuckoo crying blood.
She clutched Shen Minglang's arm tightly, her fingers turning pale from the force.
She looked at Shen Minglang with tearful eyes and cried, "Husband, we can't just let it go like this. Yan'er can't die in vain."
Shen Minglang looked at his heartbroken wife with heartache, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He patted Meng Weilan's hand gently and comforted her: "Madam, don't worry. I have thought about this matter and it is true..."
"No, I don't care. It must be their fault." Meng Weilan interrupted Shen Minglang with tears and anger in her voice.
"They must have killed my daughter. They are all murderers! I will make you pay with blood!"
Her eyes were wide open, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless anger and hatred.
Her tears burst out like a flood, instantly soaking her cheeks and wetting her clothes.
The Third Elder was too lazy to pay attention to her, his face full of impatience: "You two, if you can't provide evidence to prove our fault, then please accept our condolences."
His tone was cold and ruthless, as if telling them not to bother with it any further.
"Also, it's getting late, so please don't block our way," he added.
At this moment, Meng Weilan suddenly rushed forward like a madman, grabbed the sleeve of the third elder desperately, and burst into tears.
"You can't leave! You can't leave! I don't care, I want my daughter, give her back to me!"
Her face was distorted by extreme grief, and her body kept shaking as if she had lost all her strength.
"Give me back my daughter! Give her back to me!"
Meng Weilan kept muttering to herself while shaking the Third Elder's sleeves vigorously.