"Sword Master..."
"The elders of the three major Dharma lineages fought to the death, yet why were you, the most powerful among us, so tardy?!"
The woman's tone was icy and full of grief, piercing like daggers, causing all disciples to turn their gaze towards Song Yuan.
Especially Cui Chan, who had been kneeling on the ground clutching his hair; upon hearing this, his eyes turned savage and red as he looked at Song Yuan, transferring his own 'hate' onto another.
Yes.
Bai Qiuyi said that if the Yunluan Mountain Sword Master and all the elders were present, even if every demon from the Demon-locking Forest appeared, what could they do?
But what about the most powerful Yunluan Sword Master?
Why were you the only one absent?
And why did you watch as your own 'orthodox' heritage was severely damaged?
"This..."
Song Yuan furrowed his brows.
Normally, if a disciple was this presumptuous, he could easily scold them.
But today, of all days, it was different.
