To Kill Or To Be Killed?

Ten teams, like ten pointy arrows, shot away in ten different directions, heading towards their targets in the dead of the night.

Yun Yang stood before the mountain gate of the Residence of Nine Supremes gazing into the gloomy night with an upturned chin. Without a word, he turned to return to the sect.

Dong Qitian had been beside him all this while and was currently walking with his arms rested behind his back. After a while, he finally spoke up, "You have ninety-nine disciples, why didn't you divide them into eleven teams and lead one team yourself? Wouldn't it have been more credible if you were to lead by example?"

"I'm the leader of the sect," Yun Yang replied nonchalantly as if that explained everything.

Dong Qitian chuckled and commented no further.

"Qian Duoduo!"

"Coming, coming!"