As soon as Duan Rong's voice fell, Ge Rusong stood up with a cold expression and walked straight out of the hall.
Many hidden sect elders also stood up and walked out. Some wore cold arrogance, rising and leaving, while others smiled and congratulated Zhu He before turning away.
An elder, with crane-like skin and white beard, passing by Duan Rong, flashed a trace of disgust between his brows and said softly, "So young, yet knows how to pander to power, truly a person driven by fame and fortune!"
Though his voice was not loud, several people passing by heard it, and they all gave Duan Rong a meaningful look.
Duan Rong naturally heard it clearly.
Yet he did not even turn his head, only coldly laughing in his heart.
Having lived two lifetimes, he had seen many people who pretended to be lofty.
Driven by fame and fortune?! Even immortals fight for a stick of incense! Besides, you are not an immortal.
