"Yes," Liu Dong replied, forcing a smile.
Han Qingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He withdrew his hand and said coolly, "Your heart is in turmoil. You won't be able to cultivate in peace even if you return to the sect. Go to the Prefecture City and manage the sect's assets."
He had sensed the disciple's discontent. 'The tragedy with the rebellious disciples of the Medicine King Valley is still fresh in my mind,' he thought. 'I have to take precautions.'
This was, in essence, an exile. However, managing the sect's properties was a respectable-sounding assignment. If Liu Dong lacked ambition, he could live out the rest of his life comfortably.
"Yes... I will obey." Liu Dong's face paled at his words. He bowed and replied in a low voice.
Han Qingcheng said, "We're returning to Qingcheng Mountain."
"Yes!" the disciples answered in unison.
Everyone was overjoyed, except for Liu Dong.
'Our Cangwu Sect is now one of Lord Pei's dogs!'
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