Even so, there are only so many spiritual treasures, how can everyone get a perfectly satisfying one?
But the last dozen disciples still received their spiritual treasures with excitement.
Though it was only a brief possession.
"Please, Yang, say a few more words for everyone!" Lin Zimu suddenly said with a smile from the side.
Why does this feel like a pre-battle mobilization?
Yang Yan felt embarrassed and casually said, "Just work hard, everyone."
Then he took Gu Sheng back.
Leaving Lin Zimu and Liu Yizheng smiling bitterly in place.
How could they not know Yang Yan's natural tendency to be uninvolved?
Actually, they just wanted Yang Yan to use this opportunity to establish some prestige among the disciples.
After all, the future leader of the Ancient Abyss Sect is destined to be Yang Yan, not Lin Zimu, nor Liu Yizheng.
As the night bell rang three times, the wind accompanied the rain.
