A heroic figure of a generation, dying unknowingly at the hands of his own disciple—such a tragedy is both laughable and lamentable.
Anyone with common sense would know not to provoke the other party.
Alright, it's all over now.
"Master, I'm sorry. If you didn't die, that position would have only been something to look at. Now it's finally mine. I waited thousands of years for this day," Chen Dao Yan was particularly excited.
"Sect Master, your meal is ready," the voice of the maid outside brought him back to his senses.
He opened the door and walked out.
Two maids hurriedly saluted.
You don't need to come in, leave here.
Soon after, several elders appeared at the doorway of the Sect Master's room.
"Prepare,"
"Yes, Sect Master." Several elders had already changed their address, meaning that Chen Dao Yan's major affairs were now accomplished.
Clang, clang, clang!
The bell resounded throughout the sect.
Just gathered once during the day, what's the reason this time?
