Qin Feiyang looked deeply at Luk Zheng, then moved his gaze away, not continuing to press him.
But in his heart, he really couldn't understand what kind of difficulty would make a person disregard even their own family?
Outside!
The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
Gongsun Bei and the three vice Pavilion Masters looked nervously at that white-haired old man, all thinking about a way to escape.
"In thousands of years, how many old friends still survive?"
The white-haired old man sighed deeply, looked up at the black-clothed old man and another elder, and said mournfully, "We are old friends, so why do you want to kill us off completely?"
"Old friends?"
The black-clothed old man sneered, "Since we were old friends, why did your Mu Family secretly plot to seize the Divine Crystal and Heavenly Aura's Flame?"
"There's a saying, 'The worthy shall take it.'
The white-haired elder remarked.
"What a joke!"
