At this point, as an Elder of the First Grade Immortal Sect, Wu Jianchun could not continue to stay there, humbling himself.
The attitude of that young man was resolute, leaving almost no room for negotiation.
"In that case, we will leave first." With a cold expression, Wu Jianchun left with the disciples of the Tiantai Sect.
The others followed closely, especially Zhao Xuanying, whose expression was very displeased. This was the first man in her life to speak like this in front of her.
In her heart, there was no anger, only an unspeakable sense of frustration.
She thought from now on, she never wanted to see that bastard Yang Fan again.
The people left, and as the song ended, the Canglan Sect returned to tranquility once more.
However, the questions lingering in the minds of the twelve Elders still had not disappeared.
In the evening, they went together to the Canglan Sect's main hall, where Yang Fan was also present.
