The Sixth Hall Master stood outside the Holy Hall, his voice anxiously calling out.
He knew that every moment he lingered, Hall Master Jing Yan was in more danger. If Jing Yan were to be slain by Tong Yue, who would they, the hall masters, turn to for the refinement of elixirs?
Furthermore, as the hall master of the Holy Hall, if Jing Yan were to be killed within the Holy City, where would the dignity of the Holy Hall stand? With the Holy Master losing face, all of them, one after another, would also be disgraced.
Therefore, the Sixth Hall Master had hurriedly flown from the Splendid Dojo, not daring to delay even a fraction of a second.
"Whoosh!"
A figure suddenly appeared before the Sixth Hall Master; it was none other than Saint Master Shen Chong.