Fallen Hallmaster Dao

"Whoosh."

The noisy discussions on the Sacred Mountain immediately stopped.

This time, everyone felt threatened and kept quiet out of fear, not daring to move at all.

The position of Hallmaster Dao had been taken?

The Council of Ten sat around the seat.

On the sides of Dao Xuanji were Zhong Yuanzi and Yu Kunpeng, who were of a few positions lower.

Even Zhong Yuanzi, who was focused on studying the fusion of elements, noticed something.

After frowning slightly, Zhong Yuanzi gave up his seat.

Others aside, Fang Wenxin was to be rightfully respected by everyone on Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.

The first generation of red-clothed people were the purest. They laid the most solid foundation for the stability of the Shengshen Continent.

"No thanks." Fang Wenxin, the old man in red, didn't even raise his eyebrows.

His eyes were still half-closed as he brushed past Dao Xuanji and stood in the last corner.