Zhang Deming spread his hands. "Who knows? Anyway, if something goes wrong, the Array Department's Fang Family will take the heat. If it goes well, we'll share the glory. So let's just wait and see.
I guess either they were inspired by something, or they were provoked by that Liuying of mine from before. They're probably trying to pull some kind of stunt.
After all, the Sect hasn't held a grand event like this in several hundred years. Respecting tradition or not… that's all decided by a single word."
As the two were talking, Yuee Mengsheng drifted over, with a grim-faced Guk Liancai trailing far behind him.
Yuee Mengsheng, who was already in a foul mood, frowned at the somewhat chaotic scene below. A powerful aura erupted from him as he demanded, "What is the meaning of this? If you don't want to participate, then get out. Go back and clean the Sect grounds."
His words rang out clearly across the plaza, bringing the shuffling crowd to an instant halt.
