After saying his piece, Huyan Zhen spoke no further.
His expression was as still as water.
But when his indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, not a single person dared meet his eyes.
How could they dare?
The Elephant Armor Sect had supported them for so many years, yet the moment trouble arose, they wanted to pull out. In common parlance, they were white-eyed wolves that no amount of feeding could tame.
Yet after witnessing Huyan Zhen's strength as a Titled Douluo, they all wanted to change their minds and stay. How could the world offer so many easy bargains?
They were destined to draw water with a bamboo basket and come away empty-handed. Vast as the Soul Master World was, they would struggle to find even a foothold in it.
Hmph, this is the price of betraying me. It's not as though I never gave you a chance, Huyan Zhen snorted inwardly.
"Ah."
"If only we'd known!"
"What good is regret? It's too late for anything now!"
"Let's go. This time, we really must find somewhere to retire into seclusion."
These former retainers of the Elephant Armor Sect and teachers of the Elephant Armor Academy all sighed mournfully and departed in dejection.
"A pack of white-eyed wolves."
"We're better off without them. Keeping those born traitors around would only leave a hidden danger in our Elephant Armor Sect!"
As the members of the Elephant Armor Sect watched their retreating backs, they felt they could finally hold their heads high.
Huyan Zhen's feelings were complicated too, but above all, he felt fortunate.
Had he not pulled a Level-Up Ticket from the final jar at the last possible moment on this trip, he would have been the one humiliated today.
Returning to the sect would have meant being strung up over