Low status elder Wu

"I am Wu Wanlin, an elder of the celestial feather sect. Greetings, sect master Qin!"

An old man in gray-white clothes cupped his hands and said.

"Please take a seat, elder Wu."

"Thank you, sect leader Qin!"

Wu Wanlin cupped his hands again and sat down.

Up until now, his heart was still beating in a jittery manner.

He couldn't help but be nervous.

The Grand Elder was severely injured and almost lost his life. The reason was that he had been cut by the sect-guarding Dao weapon of Yuan sect, which almost destroyed his Foundation.

Yuan sect was famous for being ruthless in the cultivation world.

Now that he had delivered himself to the door, if he said something wrong, he might not be able to walk out of this Hall.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was the weakest and had the lowest status among all the elders in the celestial feather sect, Wu Wanlin would never have stepped into this mess.