Jiang Honglang, Zhao Chengtian, and Huo Yue looked at Zhang Bocan at the same time.
"Sect Master Zhang, what should we do now?"
Although Zhang Bocan had been crippled, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
The strength of the Three Pure Sect far surpassed that of three sects.
Zhang Bocan was not dead, so to them, there was a possibility of a comeback at any time.
At this moment, they were still willing to follow Zhang Bocan's lead.
After all, Zhang Bocan was a scheming person and was better at coming up with ideas than them.
Zhang Bocan smiled bitterly. "What else can I do? Of course I have to take out my treasure and apologize to the Consort!"
Jiang Honglang and the others pondered for a moment and nodded at the same time. "Alright!"
It was unknown how many small sects they had bullied over the years.
Those small sects all took out their treasures to ask for their protection and forgiveness.