"They ran away!?" Yuan Master suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.
"Yes... Only Grandmaster Xu Changyong left a letter, the gist of which is that they came to worship and join the Western Sect seeking immortality, not to die for it. Recently, the Western Sect lost several Grandmasters who died while worshiping, and they got scared."
The novice monk's words made Yuan Master's eyes darken, his teeth clenching hard, producing a creaking sound.
"A bunch of cowards!!"
With a loud bang, he fiercely slapped his palm into the void, creating an air current that hit the ground, raising a whirlwind that extinguished more than half of the candles in the grand hall.
The novice monk dared not make a sound.
These Grandmasters came easily, being stained with countless misdeeds, fugitives and thugs wanted by various major forces. Seeing the consecutive deaths of Masters and Grandmasters in the Western Sect, weighing the pros and cons, it's natural for them to flee quickly.
