Taking Leave

Lu Zhou looked around his surroundings. He remained quiet even when he saw all his disciples kneeling on the ground. His gaze shifted from Ye Tianxin to Pan Zhong before he called out, "Pan Zhong."

"I'm here."

"If you want to return to the Clarity Sect, will the Clarity Sect agree to it?" Lu Zhou asked indifferently.

Pan Zhong fell to his knees immediately and declared his allegiance. "Pavilion Master, since I've joined the Evil Sky Pavilion, I've never thought about leaving. If you didn't give me the Six Yang Technique, I'll still be afflicted by the bitter cold. As long as I live, I'll be a person of the Evil Sky Pavilion; if I die, I'll be its ghost."

"I was saying, what if," Lu Zhou said.

"What if?" Pan Zhong scratched his head and said, "If I return, I think I would be cut into eight chunks before I could even reach the main entrance…"