Peng Yuzhou heard this and sneered repeatedly.
At this moment, on the large incoming ship, Elder He, dressed in splendid robes, stood at the bow, and a step behind him was a young Cultivator. This person was tall and strong, evidently inferior in cultivation, but his expression showed some unease.
He stepped forward half a step and said, "Grandpa, with the strength of our tribe and those uncles, it wouldn't be hard to kill the remaining Zhu family. Why spare them? Going to see True Master Zhang like this, won't the Mingcang Sect look down on us?"
Elder He sighed, "If I truly pacified the internal and external matters smoothly, commanding a million tribes with a single call, wouldn't I just be another Zhu Bogao? How could the Mingcang Sect be at ease with me?"
The young Cultivator nodded as if he partly understood.
Elder He instructed, "When you meet the True Masters of the Mingcang Sect later, be respectful and don't put on airs from our tribe."
