Niu Youdao bluntly laid it out with arrogant swagger.
At a time like this, everyone could only pretend they had not understood.
A guilty conscience feared the ghost knocking at the door. They had suspected as much before, and now it was confirmed.
Yan Li was somewhat speechless. They came looking for trouble with you, but I never did. You could at least show some mercy. What was the point of killing my men?
Then he thought it over again. Perhaps this fellow did not even know which people belonged to him and which did not.
Beside him, Guan Fangyi secretly muttered to herself. She had noticed that Daoist Master's manner toward this group from Purple Gold Cave really was rather abnormal. He threw tantrums at the drop of a hat.
After the group left, Niu Youdao returned inside as though nothing had happened.
After pacing around the courtyard for a while, Wen Mo'er quietly approached him and kindly offered a reminder. "Daoist Master, it isn't good for you to do this."
She had also adopted the form of address used by the people here. Calling Niu Youdao "Elder" felt somewhat strange to her.
Niu Youdao gave an oh, turned back, and asked with a smile, "What wise advice do you have?"
Wen Mo'er waved her hands. "I have no wise advice. It's just that when I went to see the Sect Master earlier, I happened to overhear him and the others discussing matters. They were talking about the Sacred Realm."
"The Sacred Realm?" Niu Youdao's smile vanished. He turned to face her, his expression grave. "What about the Sacred Realm?"
Wen Mo'er said, "It seems Misty Pavilion has issued an order, requiring every major sect under Misty Pavilion to send three elite disciples to the Sacred Realm. They said