In the courtyard.
Qin Shujian and Zheng Fang sat across from each other.
"Sect Master, quite a few people in the sect are unhappy with the earlier decision."
"Unhappy?" Qin Shujian took a sip of spirit tea, then set down his cup and smiled faintly. "I expected that. They can be unhappy, but sometimes they just have to swallow it. If they refuse to accept it and dare to cause a stir, I would admire their courage."
"They have already caused a stir."
"Oh?"
Qin Shujian looked slightly surprised, then smiled. "What have they done? Tell me."
"Several outer sect elders have joined forces with some inner and outer sect deacons to protest. They announced outside the Martial Inheritance Hall that they wanted to discuss the matter with the sect."
"Have you recorded all their names?"
"Yes."
"Hmm..." Qin Shujian pondered briefly before saying, "Have them wait at the Martial Arts Arena tomorrow. Anyone else who is dissatisfied may come as well. I will give them a satisfactory answer."
"What do you intend to do, Sect Master?"
Zheng Fang frowned and asked gravely.
He suddenly felt a little worried.
After all, their sect master had always been ruthless. Although he seemed much milder lately, he had exterminated at least a hundred or two hundred thousand demonic beasts without so much as blinking.
Their sect master was still the same man he had always been.
If this matter was handled poorly...
Tomorrow might well—
Seeing Zheng Fang's expression, Qin Shujian shook his head slightly and smiled. "There is no need to worry, Grand Elder. I know where to draw the line."
"But I have one requirement: everyone who went to the Martial Inheritance Hall demanding to see me must be there tomorrow. Not one may be absent."
"Yes!"
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