Disciples are all silent hesitant to speak, their faces bearing sad expressions, as there was a moment of silence. Some disciples’ eyes flashed as they were beginning to think for themselves.
Pu Nanzi’s eyes swept away, to the fallen Huang Long’s body, he said: “You, leave behind the Zi Yue Immortal sword, this sword, my junior Ouyang has taken a fancy to.
Huang Long humiliated clenched his fist, looking at how the Old lady and Liu Wenju not speaking, sighed helplessly, took the Zi Yue Immortal Sword and threw it aside.