Elder Bai saw Xuanyue at this moment, still not forgetting to use psychological tactics, felt annoyed and let out a cold snort, which shook the disciple to the point of swaying, his face turning pale, nearly falling down.
Elder Yan said solemnly: "Junior brother, this person is just a messenger, there's no need to make things difficult, lest others look down on us."
Sect Leader Qiao said in a deep voice: "Go back and tell Yang Shuyong that the lineage handed down by the Golden Bell Ancestor master cannot be easily surrendered. If he wants my head, he must be prepared to sacrifice the lives of some Xuanyue disciples."
The disciple, having suffered a loss just now, dared not say more, and after paying his respects, turned back and left.
In no time, he had returned to the mountain top and recited Sect Leader Qiao's words verbatim. Yang Shuyong had already anticipated this, let out a cold laugh, turned and asked: "Has the Prohibition been set up?"
