A terrifying pressure erupted from Mu Qinglan, leaving everyone struggling to breathe. The Hall Masters in particular were so frightened that they hardly dared draw another breath.
Meanwhile, amid the crowd, an old man wearing the blue robes of an Inner Sect disciple quietly hunched his shoulders, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Thank goodness... thank goodness I noticed in time instead of foolishly sitting at the entrance, waiting to die!
Otherwise, I would have been the one everyone ganged up on today!
This man was none other than Lu Qingshan.
Earlier, an intensely familiar aura had startled him awake. The moment he opened his eyes, he noticed a group of Hall Masters sitting beside him.
He immediately realized something was wrong and relocated at once, slipping into the crowd of disciples.
Only then had he narrowly escaped disaster.
The veteran disciples likewise ducked their heads behind the younger disciples, scarcely daring to breathe for fear that the Sect Master would spot them!
Mu Qinglan's icy gaze slowly swept across the crowd, passing over the elders one by one.
At that moment, she had to admire the "culprit" who was bleeding the sect dry and making a fortune from it.
He charged a mere two thousand spirit stones per entry ticket.
He had also pulled off a brilliant "Top-Up Bonanza," not only winning over these disciples but also bringing hope to elders who had no prospect of advancing along the Great Dao.
Clearly, his target from the outset had never been to fleece these low-ranking disciples. He had come to tap the Azure Cloud Sect's main artery.
That was precisely why he had won these disciples' wholehearted support.
In the end, that fellow had made his money and bought their loyalty.
Judging by her five hundred years of experience as