"Hmph! Doesn't Dongfang Shao want to push us to death? If we submit to Tianji Pavilion, what will those ordinary disciples do?"

The old man in black robe rolled his sleeves and was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Tianji Pavilion now has many masters, and there is also a Martial Lord sitting in charge.

The initiative is indeed in other people's hands.

Murong Yue shook his head and sighed: "They can't let ordinary disciples leave. If they go out and talk nonsense, they will insult the reputation of Tianji Pavilion. Therefore, there must be no ordinary disciples left."

He looked unbearable, shook his head and sighed.

"Sect Master, I believe that Fengyun Sect would rather die than surrender. If the elites of our sect surrender, the innocent ordinary disciples in the sect will be equivalent to being abandoned, and we will not be able to see the founder of the sect under Jiuquan."

"Mr. He, that's what I mean. If that's the case, then you should go back to rest and recuperate. I'm afraid Tianji Pavilion will come knocking on your door soon."

"good!"

The old man in black robe exited the hall.

In the hall, Murong Yue stood on the spot, his eyes flickering, and there was a hint of cryptic expression on his face.
Chapter completed!