The disciples of Blood Stream Sect looked as if they might burst into tears at any moment. Desperate, they watched Yan Xiaobao wave his sleeve, their hearts filled with hatred. Moments ago, they were clamoring about how to kill him, but now they had no choice but to bow their heads.
"Greetings, Dharma Protector of the night! Greetings!"
"Greetings, Dharma Protector of the night!" As they offered their greetings, each person gritted their teeth and bowed their heads. Yan Xiaobao felt proud of himself, yet his expression remained solemn and grave. With a dark smile, he gazed at the crowd.
Suddenly, Zhao Wuchang gritted his teeth and said, "Dharma Protector, encrypted by night, the disciples are willing to offer you everything I have in exchange for a single Foundation Establishment Pill..."
Soon, everyone was echoing his words. There was no eruption of conflict; they were merely trying to please Yan Xiaobao, hoping to secure a pill for themselves.
