Noble Sword, Great Spirit

There was no easy answer.

If he said yes, it meant that he was ambitious for the position of sect master.

If he said no, then he was disloyal to the sect.

This old fellow, Tuoba Cheng, is very bad, he thought.

"Uncle-Master Tuoba, don't worry. If there's a chance to refine a Void Nascent Pill, I'll definitely help."

Han Muye cupped his hands, then turned and left.

Watching him walk out of the hall, Zhang Zhihe smiled and said, "This kid has a sense of belonging to the sect. Just don't force him."

Hearing his words, Wu Ziyuan turned around with a strange look in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Don't force him? Then the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect won't force us?