The eighteen ancestors of the Feng Lineage all sighed and agreed.
Yan Nan said, "Ten Thousand Souls Return to One. Whenever the Main Trial Hall kills, you'll watch the execution for just as long!"
She waved her hand.
The eighteen members of the Feng Lineage withdrew, drenched in sweat.
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
After a long while, Chen Gu sighed softly. "Fifth Brother really went to painstaking lengths."
Yan Nan sighed and said, "There was no other way. Third Brother is in secluded cultivation and won't come out, so I could only discipline them in his place. If something happened to you few who are always milling around in front of me, I wouldn't need to go to this much trouble."
Chen Gu smiled bitterly. "If it were us, Fifth Brother, you wouldn't need to enforce the rules. We'd handle it ourselves."
"When Third Brother comes out, I'll definitely make him thank me."
Yan Nan said, "And when the time comes, I'll have him reorganize things himself. Then everything will be fine."
"That's a good idea."
Chen Gu's eyes lit up.
Everyone in the entire Main Trial Hall stood ramrod straight, like clay figures and wooden statues, waiting for the big shots to finish chatting.
Moreover, not one of them dared even entertain the thought of eavesdropping.
Could they really eavesdrop on a conversation between Vice Head Sect Leaders?
Fang Che stood the straightest of them all.
Finally, Yan Nan and Chen Gu finished talking.
At a glance, she saw Fang Che standing as stiffly as a wooden stake.
Her hand grew itchy in an instant. Yan Nan slapped Fang Che on the back of the head, knocking the fellow straight to the ground, and barked, "You know what to do now?"
"Yes. This subordinate understands."
Fang Che