"No! That's impossible! Prince Xuan promised to provide our Southern Immortal Sword Sect with exclusive resources! The other princes would share the burden! Our Southern Immortal Sword Sect would surely unify all the sects across the sea and become the most powerful sect in the entire Ten Directions Sea! You two Grand Elders are lying! What Prince Jin? Prince Jin was nothing more than a somewhat powerful feudal lord from the surrounding area! How could he compare with our Southern Immortal Sword Sect!" Seeing the disciples all flee toward Bi Bo and Xiao Zhuoxiu, Yue Zhengling went somewhat berserk and recklessly blurted out the entire plan.
Wang Changhe froze. His strength was inferior to that of the two Grand Elders, but he had been in the Southern Immortal Sword Sect for so long that he was no less senior than any other disciple. It would not even be an exaggeration to say that he was of the same generation as Uncle-Master Nangong. Yet now the sect master had gone mad, the previous sect master had fallen in battle, and seventy percent of the sect's disciples had betrayed it. His entire soul trembled as though it might scatter into the wind.
"Prince Xuan values our Southern Immortal Sword Sect above all! He also places the greatest trust in me! An Earth Immortal stands guard behind him! Do you know what an Earth Immortal is? Which of you dares disobey him? None of the princes dares refuse him! Besides! If we're going to submit, we should submit to Prince Mu, not this Prince Jin. What kind of trash is he! At the last underwater banquet, Prince Jin bowed and scraped before me. He wasn't even worthy to carry my shoes!" Yue Zhengling roared madly. Although he had been drained into a ghost