The remaining undercover agents who hadn't moved yet stared with wide eyes, their jaws hanging open.
'They're crazy! This whole group has gone mad!'
'Have they been beaten stupid? How can you praise a fire poker as the embodiment of the Great Dao? And you're treasuring a broken Wooden Sword like some precious artifact! If your elders saw the looks on your faces, they'd probably cleanse the sect on the spot!'
But they had to bow to the circumstances. Seeing that the few who remained silent had become the center of attention, they could only brace themselves and reluctantly mumble a few words.
"Sen... Senior Brother is so farsighted."
"Ye... yes, this sword... there's something to it. This disciple... will study it more upon returning."
Lin Qingfeng looked at the harmonious yet bizarre scene before him, feeling quite satisfied.
'Although a few of them seem a bit dim-witted, treating a weapon like a decoration to be worshipped, their loyalty seems quite high.'
