"Greetings, Third Elder."
Two outer sect disciples at the mountain gate bowed respectfully upon seeing Zhang Qiudao.
"Mm."
Zhang Qiudao just nodded casually and continued to walk deeper into the sect. Once upon a time, he greatly enjoyed being addressed as the Third Elder, but after spending a few days with Master Mang, he suddenly felt that what he had previously pursued seemed like child's play.
Not worth mentioning.
But...
Just as he was entering the area of the outer sect disciples, he was met by a large group of disciples wielding sharp blades and dressed in sect attire. Leading them were elders of the Poisonous Snake Sect and the Sect Master.
"Sect Master, what is going on?"
Zhang Qiudao frowned slightly, confused, as he asked.
As soon as he spoke, a voice of anger rang in his ears.
"Traitor!"
