Di Ting, It's Been a Long Time (2)

The words of the Daoist provoked laughter from the crowd in the hall.

If they couldn't really find the platform for the performance, Han Muye would become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world.

Perhaps all the sword cultivators in the world would hate him for the rest of their lives.

At the head of the table, the sect master of Wanhui Dao Sect, Chen Ziyu, waved his hand with a dark expression and looked at everyone. "What if all the major sects help him find the platform for the performance?"

The major sects providing assistance to find the platform?

In the hall, the Elders looked at each other.

"Sect master, it's impossible for the Yuling Dao Sect to attack just because Han Muye killed Heavenly Venerable Xingdi in the Dao Battleground," a white-bearded old man said softly as he stroked his beard.

The grudge between Han Muye and the Yuling Dao Sect could not be resolved.