The Old Sect Master spoke with a powerful and resonant voice, intentionally transmitting these final words throughout the entire mountain gate.
Countless disciples felt a stirring in their hearts, admiring the courage of their Old Sect Master.
Only those elders who knew some inside information, having been physically convinced, understood in their hearts.
Among the spiritual medicines the Old Sect Master sought to exchange, there were some that could extend his own life, and those were the most expensive ones.
The value of the spiritual medicines for the sect's geniuses was just a fraction of that.
However, faced with the nearing end yet seeing a lifeline, none of the elders were truly willing to argue for the sect's benefit against the Sect Master.
In a Small Thousand World, the Demon Sect, like rats, was a hated presence by all major powers in this world.
The young sect leader, who had just inherited the position, only felt the road ahead was bleak.
