The people below looked at one another, drums beating in every heart.
He completely disregarded the actual circumstances. No matter how airtight an excuse they offered, he would not argue with it at all. He would simply tell them that if their sect master could not come, then their sect lacked a bit of fortune.
With poor fortune, they deserved to have their sect destroyed!
What was this called?
This was called being unreasonable!
This was called leaving no room whatsoever!
Just as he turned to leave, a voice suddenly came from the sect master's chambers below. "Lord Zhang, I have already emerged from seclusion. I will certainly arrive at noon tomorrow!"
It was Sect Master Ding Feilong's voice.
Zhang Yiran smiled and cut through the air toward the next sect.
One day, seven great sects...
Zhang Yiran had endured crushing pressure and faced death by a thread, yet in the end, beneath the setting sun, he reported to Lin Xiaosu, "The seven sect masters have personally promised to arrive at noon tomorrow."
Lin Xiaosu smiled. "Among the seven sects, which one leads the alliance?"
"From this subordinate's observations, it should be the Broken Sword Sect!"
"Very good!" Lin Xiaosu rose to his feet. "Mad Wolf, Zhang Tao!"
"Here!"
"You two..."
"Yes!" The two answered in unison.
"Junior Brother Gu!" Lin Xiaosu turned to Gu Suixin. "Go lend them your support as well. How about it?"
Gu Suixin nodded. "I obey Senior Brother's order!"
"Fufu, we enter Ning City tonight!"
Fufu was so delighted that she no longer looked like a book attendant.
The next day!
Ning City!
The misty rain that had lingered for two days remained just as hazy.
It painted a human-world tableau: "One city of mist and rain, half a lake veiled in gauze."
In the