Chapter 1775
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"Take away her black token?" The owner of the black market sneered. "Who has the guts to do that? Chop off his hand! " He paused and said with a displeased expression, "The branches have to be reorganized. They really don't have any rules."
"Yes." The old man lowered his eyes and did not dare to speak again.
After a while, the owner of the black market asked again, "Where is this Fengjiu now?"
"She should be in the Xuanyuan Palace." The old man said and asked again, "Master, should I ask her to come over?"
"Forget it, there will be a chance to meet her in the future." He waved his hand, indicating for the old man to leave.
The old man bowed and left. After the old man left, the owner of the black market walked to the window and looked out. The sky was misty, the moon was high up in the sky, and the stars in the night sky were shining brightly … …
On the other side, in the upper reaches of the Huaxian Sect.
The Huaxian Sect was one of the four great sects of the upper reaches of the Righteous Path. Here, there were disciples from all over the upper reaches of the continent. Talented people could be found everywhere.
The disciples of the various clans in the upper reaches of the continent were proud of being able to enter the Four Great Immortal Sects. One reason was because they were backed by the great sects. Another reason was because they were all outstanding experts.
The disciples of the Four Great Immortal Sects, no matter where they were, were definitely more outstanding than others. The masters of these people, as well as the peak masters of the various peaks, were even more extraordinary.
Now, the Huaxian Sect's Perfected Lord Yuan Qing was poisoned and his life was hanging by a thread. Even if the Huaxian Sect wanted to cover this up, they could not stop the news from spreading.
Almost as soon as the news spread, some people felt pity, some sighed, and some secretly rejoiced.
Each of those Perfected Lords was like Mount Tai of the sect. If one of them died, it would be a huge blow to the Huaxian Sect. According to what they knew, this Perfected Lord Yuan Qing did not have many disciples like the others. He only had one disciple called Murong Yixuan.
That night, on one of the main peaks of the Huaxian Sect, the various peak masters and sect masters of the sect were gathered. Their faces were solemn, causing the atmosphere in the immortal cave abode to be oppressive.
"Did you inform the disciple of Perfected Lord Yuan Qing?" The sect master looked at everyone and asked.
"We notified them four hours ago, but they haven't returned yet." Someone replied.
"Why hasn't Murong Yi Xuan returned yet? The sect's teleportation array would take at most an hour to reach there. How ridiculous! "A True Monarch who was on good terms with True Monarch Yuan Qing said with a dark expression.
"What's funny is that the crazy old man actually said that he won't die." The black-faced True Monarch snorted heavily. "No one in the entire sect has a solution, and the situation is like this. I want to see if everything will be fine when the time comes. Otherwise, I will definitely smash his reputation!"
The others did not say anything and sighed internally. This time around, Perfected Lord Yuan Qing might not be able to make it through. However, the crazy old man in their sect who had nothing better to do said that Perfected Lord Yuanqing was not fated to die.
They hoped that Perfected Lord Yuan Qing would be fine as he said. However, the situation was already like this. It was obvious that no one could do anything about it. Who could save him?
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