Two lines of old tears finally burst out of the eyes.
"Grandmaster... This disciple is unworthy, unable to protect the foundation!"
Led by him, the disciples knelt three times and kowtowed nine.
When they stood up, some had already collapsed to the ground, crying out in anguish.
Opposite, Ji Changyan said indifferently: "Gu Changhan, we used to talk about preserving ourselves for future use. What did you say? How did you mock us? Now, it's your turn, you too want to preserve yourselves for the future?"
Ji Changyan was not satisfied with this result.
What he most wanted to see was for Gu Changhan and these people to die right before his eyes.
But Yan Beihan directly disagreed.
That way, the Hanjian Mountain Sect would have completely belonged to Weiwo Zheng Sect, but the difficulty of conquering other sects would have increased by more than tenfold.
Slaughter has never been Yan Beihan's goal!
For Ji Changyan's mockery, Gu Changhan turned a deaf ear.
As if he hadn't heard.
