Just as it was silent, Huli Jichang suddenly coughed softly, his face a little unnatural, "I am sorry young master, Zong Shi! The situation has changed greatly, and the other side has won. Our Xuansu Sect won't participate in this Gantian Mountain Monster king battle. The things we have discussed are all canceled. Naturally, we won't want any compensation from you for our involvement."
After Wuye Zhenren hesitated, he opened his mouth with much difficulty, "Prince we have lost. You are intelligent and know when to give up. You can leave with me and return to senior brother. Once you join our Daoming Sect, after a few days, you can become a direct disciple. You will still be able to make a name for yourself!"
"Leave?"
Zong Shi smiled coldly, his face filled with disdain. He looked right at Zong Shou, his expression dark and cold, bringing with it some viciousness.