"Senior Brother, I have a suggestion," Qin Yun suddenly spoke up.
Chu Lingyuan snapped back to reality, his voice indifferent. "No need. You are still a criminal bearing guilt."
"Just hear me out," Qin Yun coughed dryly, hurriedly adding. "Right now, we don't know when Master and the other Ancient Kings will return, and those old foxes might not fail to notice our vulnerability. I am, at the very least, in the Morning Star Tier. I can still offer my remaining spark of usefulness to the Sect."
"Your remaining spark of usefulness?" Chu Lingyuan scoffed. "Even if the Ancient Kings cannot return in the short term, our Bronze Sect still has seven Chairmen, nearly twenty Tier Nine Professionals, and many senior members nearing the end of their lifespans. It is not your turn to offer anything."
Qin Yun said helplessly, "Senior Brother, I did indeed commit many wrongs in the past by relying on my status. Please give me a chance to turn over a new leaf."
