"That old demon really has lived a long time. He's so powerful—already at the peak of the Nascent Tribulation realm!"
Bei Xuan's face turned grave. He had thought he could stand against Daozhen with his own strength, but he hadn't expected Daozhen to be this powerful.
"This is troublesome. It'll be hard to get the authority token now!"
Daozhen had turned hostile outright. There was no way Bei Xuan would fight him; he wasn't about to risk his life over Yan Chenghai's chance to become head.
More importantly, what if he couldn't win?
"Master, what do we do?"
Yan Chenghai was even more unwilling to accept this. He knew perfectly well that he was no stronger than Mo Xinghe, and Mo Xinghe had been beaten by Fang Mo until he was barely clinging to life. That meant Yan Chenghai had even less chance against him.
If Fang Mo got the authority token, Yan Chenghai would never get another chance.
"What do you mean, what do we do? We're leaving!"
Bei Xuan's face turned livid. He shot Yan Chenghai a fierce glare, swept his sleeve, and vanished from the spot.
"He's just leaving? Why isn't he fighting for it?"
Seeing Bei Xuan leave, Gu Yu gaped in astonishment. "Why didn't you fight, Bei Xuan? Where's that pride of yours?"
Yan Chenghai's face fell, his eyes dimming until he looked utterly lost.
Du Xun gave Fang Mo a long look, then turned to leave as well.
"Wait!"
Fang Mo suddenly called out to them.
The two stopped and turned toward him. Du Xun raised his brows, looking at Fang Mo in confusion.
"You're calling us?"
Yan Chenghai also looked at Fang Mo, puzzled that he had stopped them.
"I said wait, so wait. What's with all the questions?"
Daozhen rolled his eyes