At this moment, Enmoira Damon's heart was also very complicated.
He knew that the current situation was very serious for her.
Saying these words was equivalent to selling a favor.
Regardless of whether it was the big or small sects, as long as they stood out at this moment, they would have to accept the favor in public.
Enmoira Damon was not worried that no one would come out.
He still had absolute confidence in his foundation and status.
It was this favor that made him a little reluctant.
After he finished speaking, he looked around again.
It was as quiet as a chicken.
Those big shots of the sects, who met his eyes, all looked away silently.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Enmoira Damon was finally not calm!
She felt a burning pain on her face!
What the hell!
No one stepped forward!
"Have I wasted my time in the past few years?"