As Cihang Daoist's figure vanished, the hall grew even more silent. The next moment, several more figures rose to their feet and, like Cihang, bowed to Ran Deng before taking their leave.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Figures departed one after another.
Ran Deng shifted slightly.
In the end, he could only sit back down helplessly, doing nothing but sighing softly in his heart.
"Alas..."
He truly did not want these people to leave, but what could Ran Deng do now? Try to persuade them, or directly move to stop them?
Ran Deng absolutely did not dare.
If he kept silent, it was fine.
Sage Yuanshi could not be bothered with him!
But if he dared to act... the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi could fly straight over from Kunlun Mountain and smash him. Even Luohu and Duobao would not be able to plead for him.
Kunlun Mountain.
Before Yuxu Palace.
After the bell's echoes faded, silence returned once more. Yet everyone was silently watching this place, and the people of the Primordial Wilderness also wanted to see:
Would those who had betrayed the sect truly dare to return?
After striking the Golden Bell, Yun Zhongzi did not immediately return to the main hall. Instead, he stared longingly beyond Kunlun Mountain, muttering to himself without cease:
"Senior brothers and junior brothers... Please, seize this opportunity!"
A quarter of an hour passed.
Not a single figure appeared!
An anxious expression appeared on Yun Zhongzi's face. He wished he could secretly send a message to his fellow disciples immediately:
"Come back quickly! Master does not blame you anymore!"
After some more time passed.
A brilliant gleam burst from Yun Zhongzi's eyes. He nearly leaped up in excitement and cried out:
"Senior Brother Guangchengzi!"
Yun Zhongzi felt as though he might weep with joy. Since the