Sun-Moon Divine Needle

As soon as Ning Caichen finished speaking, the expressions of the old men in the hall suddenly changed, and the atmosphere grew even stranger.

"The seven Heavenly Swords have always been held by our inner sect through the generations. I, Caichen, humbly ask the elders of the outer sect to return the Heavenly Swords!"

"Is the sect master planning to kick down the bridge after crossing it?" the First Elder said coldly. The other outer sect elders also looked grim.

They had risked their lives and fought tooth and nail for the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, yet in the end, they were still suspected and feared.

"How is this kicking down the bridge after crossing it? The Heavenly Swords were originally lent to the outer sect by the inner sect. Taking them back now is perfectly justified!" Ning Caichen no longer had his earlier deference and spoke with great force instead.

"Ning Caichen! Don't forget, handing the Heavenly Swords to the outer sect was the old sect master's decision! Wouldn't placing such treasures in the hands of Title Douluo make them far stronger than placing them in the hands of Soul Saints? We have all devoted ourselves completely to the sect. Doesn't what the sect is doing now chill people's hearts?"

The irritable old man beside the First Elder could no longer hold back and spoke sternly, his voice and expression fierce.

"Second Elder! How could I, Caichen, not know that? All of you are my elders, all of you watched me, Ning Caichen, grow up! Now that I have made such a decision, do you think my heart does not ache?" A trace of emotion crossed Ning Caichen's face. Some things had to be done by his generation, or they would become even harder to implement later.

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