"Junior Brother Zuo, what do you mean?" The young female immortal wore a strange expression, while the young man surnamed Zuo's pupils narrowed slightly. He smiled and said, "If this old man with such abysmal fortune weren't here, that net I cast just now would have dragged up a disciple with absolute certainty. Since none of you want him anyway, I'll just consider it revenge for a disciple I've never even met."
"Junior Brother Zuo is going to kill him?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, but he soon let out a cold laugh. "Junior Brother Zuo only wants to vent his anger, right? But that's fine. It has nothing to do with me. Do whatever you like. Once everyone has removed their share of this jade tablet, let's head back home."
"In that case, heh heh." The young man surnamed Zuo quickly drew a long sword and walked toward me.
Everyone looked on with cold indifference. It seemed no one was going to help stop this evil young man. I thought that I was in dire straits this time and would probably have to come up with another way out. I wondered whether the Kunpeng Token could help me escape.
Perhaps if the Dao Tribulation floated up at this moment and disrupted everyone's rhythm, that would be best. I could take the opportunity to chant a spell and run.
Yet at this critical moment, the wooden female immortal suddenly extended a hand and blocked the young man. "The Fallen Sword Sect wants this person."
"What?" The young immortal froze for a moment, then chuckled. "Senior Sister Yan, you're deliberately making things difficult for your junior brother, aren't you? No matter how down-and-out the Fallen Sword Sect is, you wouldn't choose a disciple whose fortune is so exceedingly meager, would you?