In the depths of his heart, he had more or less accepted that he'd lost. After all, his skills were so bad, and he'd even gotten everyone beaten up. Because of him, he'd dragged them all down.
Ruan Xilin questioned him for quite a while before finally letting Tang Qihua leave. She propped her head on one hand and thought for a long time. When she returned to her office, she was still deep in thought.
Lin Mingrui frowned. Chi Dongxu had already noticed and quickly turned around. Lin Mingrui nodded, then left.
Hearing Jiang Xin say this, quite a few people looked delighted, wondering if they might still have a chance to stay if they tried to make a case for themselves.
But Qingtian and Wei You Shi hadn't eaten as much combined as A Bing had. The whole meal had ended up in A Bing's stomach.
They were also keeping part of their attention on the Evil Spirit Sect Master, Yin Yang Free Spirit, and Great Sun Emperor.
As soon as Miao Dongqing heard her tone, she thought she was backing down. She immediately snorted and glanced at Tang Qihua, looking rather smug.
Xiao Menghan's lashes fluttered. Her bright eyes looked into the distance. "When will the council convene?"
Qiao Shian looked around. Now that Chen Sen had left, some of the gazes from earlier had returned. Most were curious, sizing her up, but Jiang Mingchen's presence kept them more restrained than before.
Cultivators placed great importance on their sects. Dragon Overlord had even stolen the gate of someone else's sect. It was no different from slapping them in the face and spitting on them—he'd gone too far.
At that moment, flames surged around Wang Yu. Mixed in with the pale, bone-white fire was a streak of orange-red