"Alright."
Yuu Rong nodded. He had been thinking the same thing just now.
Those people kept claiming that someone from Jun Lin Hall had promised them something. But when he asked what exactly Jun Lin Hall had promised, not a single one of them could give a clear answer. It seemed like they were purposely waiting for him to propose some kind of resolution.
It was clearly abnormal. If he agreed to anything, now that would be truly strange.
"The current mood in Wulong Mountain is disjointed, and the number of opportunistic individuals will only increase. Be cautious when you head out," An Jiuyue warned.
In truth, since the creation of Wulong Mountain, there had never been a time of true unity. Apart from the lofty Demon Heart Hall, the remaining prominent clans had always adhered to the principle of strength determining status.
Whoever had the hardest fists held the greatest voice—that was simply the norm.
