Plan

The air grew oppressive.

Zhu Qian put everything away, his gaze sweeping over the silent disciples.

"The elders sacrificed themselves for the Heavenly Sword Sect. They probably never imagined you would become like this because of it. The Yang Family Ancestor is dead, and the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect's elites have been wiped out. Shouldn't the Heavenly Sword Sect do something?" Zhu Qian said with a grim face and a heavy voice.

"We..."

Someone spoke up, only to find that he did not know what to say.

The surroundings fell into complete silence. In the pitch-black night sky, a breeze brushed past, making every uneasy Heavenly Sword Sect disciple raise their heads. Yet when they saw the wolfish, tiger-like look in Zhu Qian's eyes, they lowered their heads nervously again.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect elders were willing to sacrifice themselves for us not merely because they hoped the Heavenly Sword Sect would survive. They hoped the Heavenly Sword Sect would rise, reclaiming the prestige it had a thousand years ago. The way you look now truly disappoints me." Zhu Qian let out a deep sigh.

"Senior Brother Zhu, just give us your orders."

Someone stepped forward under Zhu Qian's gaze.

"Senior Brother Zhu, our strength may not be great, but we truly want to do something for the Heavenly Sword Sect."

As soon as one person stepped forward, others immediately echoed him. The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples present immediately realized the issue.

"Good!"

Zhu Qian clapped his hands.

"You are all very good!" Zhu Qian nodded. "Although the Three-Ringed Golden Saber Sect's sect master and disciples are dead, their storage bags have scattered below. Split up and search for them. No matter what you find, you must all return within a quarter of an hour."

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples