"A falling out? You members of the Heavenly Profound Sect are afraid to burn bridges now? Let me tell you, it's too late!"
Deputy Pavilion Master Liu harbored the deepest grudge against the Heavenly Profound Sect, especially Xiong Hai. If it weren't for Xiong Hai disrupting his focus that day, the Qingyun Sect wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble, and Ye Qingchen wouldn't have had to risk his life swallowing the Spiritual Fire.
Xiong Hai didn't respond to the Deputy Pavilion Master. Instead, he stared intently at Pavilion Master Zhang, understanding that Pavilion Master Zhang was now the true decision-maker for the Qingyun Sect.
Pavilion Master Zhang didn't rush to speak. He knew that the Qingyun Sect disciples had bottled up far too much resentment over the past few days, and now was the time for them to vent. Only when the Qingyun Sect disciples had cursed their fill and released most of their grievances did Pavilion Master Zhang slowly speak to Xiong Hai.
