After pondering for a long time, he nodded helplessly, "Okay."
...
Western Hong, Ban Shan Sect.
All the cultivators of the Inner Sect were busy, transporting precious materials under the direction of Huang Wenfa and Yan Chongzhang, repairing the Sect Protection Array.
The shattered and collapsed towering pillars, to return to their previous state, might require many years of effort.
But having witnessed the fall of two Late Stage Heavenly Realm Sect Masters, even if the mountain was in a disarray, no one would dare to entertain thoughts of taking advantage of it.
In this heated atmosphere.
The great hall was, however, deadly silent.
The seat of honor above remained empty, unoccupied.
Prince Zi Yang sat on the right side, with Zi Xian by his side, like a well-behaved little girl.
On the other side, Shen Yi quietly held a teacup, the clear warm water inside reflecting the bottom. He moistened his dry lips, using this to cleanse the irritation in his heart.