Pattern Is Too Small

No one bothered with Wu Zuo.

When Wu Zuo saw the newcomer, his expression recovered slightly. Then, he sat down on his own, asking coldly, "Why are you here? To mock me?"

"I dare not mock you. I'm just here to remind you, based on our many years of brotherhood, not to offend those you shouldn't for the sake of trivial matters." Emperor Lu Hua's words were indeed well-intentioned.

At the same time, he was buying time for Jian Wushuang. In case Wu Zuo, in his impatience, decided to personally seek revenge, that would complicate matters.

However, this statement made the faces of some in the hall look unpleasant.

Especially Vice Hall Master Zhong, he was unwilling, but the other party was the Palace Master, so he couldn't refute and could only clench his fists.

As for the weaker elders, there's no need to dwell on them; their strength was inherently limited, and they had little room for improvement. It wasn't wrong to say that about them.