"Hurry up and hand it over!!"
The crowd was clamoring.
As long as she, a Ninth Grade Grandmaster, didn't get it, everyone could take a chance. After all, the overall strength of the sects wasn't too different.
"We don't have much time left. If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for being impolite!"
Another Sect Leader stepped forward, tightly gripping the sword in his hand.
Others seemed impatient too, each emotionally charged, ready to act.
Ning Tingxue watched, feeling utterly desperate inside.
She could run away with the stone.
But.
She couldn't take her senior brothers and sisters away from the tens of thousands of people.
"Hand it over!!"
Everyone shouted again, their emotions surging like people seeing a mountain of gold, losing their sanity.
She sighed deeply.
Ning Tingxue had no choice but to take out the stone.
There was no alternative.
She couldn't let her senior brothers and sisters die here.
