Yaoguang Fairy Path

It's been over half a year since the secret realm closed, and all the treasures and resources we've worked so hard to obtain have been wasted on these monsters. It's such a pity."

In the silence, Mo Feibai ruthlessly broke the awkward atmosphere.

He stared at Zhang Yizhou with sharp eyes, his voice cold. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, what are your thoughts? We'd love to hear them in detail. Furthermore, from what I've heard, whenever the Wuji Sect's disciples clash with the demons, they don't seem to display much bravery. Even more regrettable is that some Wuji Sect disciples disregard the bonds of fellow disciples and, for their own survival, are willing to use others as shields. Fellow Daoist Zhang, what's your explanation for this?"

Mo Feibai's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Zhang Yizhou's soft spot. His lips curled slightly, his faint smile laced with endless sarcasm. "At a time like this, even a pig would know to give it their all. The people of the Wuji Sect should..."

Amidst the silence, Mo Feibai's words pierced Zhang Yizhou's heart like a sharp arrow. His face flushed with anger, and he pointed at Mo Feibai with trembling fingers. His throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

In the end, he could only snort coldly. When he turned around to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, stopped, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Ah, I don't know if that rumor is true or not," he deliberately raised his voice, his tone a little provocative, "The beloved disciple of Immortal Yunhan was actually killed by a female immortal from Yaochi Palace. I heard that Immortal Yunhan loved this disciple very much. If this were to reach Immortal Yunhan's ears..."

Zhang Yizhou hadn't finished speaking, but the implication was enough to make everyone present feel uneasy.

He snorted coldly, then slowly left the thatched hut they were temporarily using as a meeting room. His back looked particularly lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, yet it also revealed a hint of resentment and anger.

Helian Yun stood silently by the side, his eyes lowered, wondering what he was thinking. Su Xuan felt an inexplicable tension, her throat choked, as if she had something to say but couldn't.

Finally, she took a deep breath and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Helian, please rest assured. If this matter is really done by Yue Ran, I will report it truthfully to my master and give Lingxiao Sect a satisfactory explanation." Although her voice was soft, her tone revealed a firm determination.

As soon as Su Xuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn.

Helian Yun raised his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew very well how much Yun Han Xianzun valued Ye Shuyao, and he also knew the seriousness of the matter.

He nodded slightly. Mo Feibai stood aside. His eyes moved between Helian Yun and Su Xuan, and he thought to himself.

He knew that Zhang Yizhou's remarks were just an attempt to sow discord, but he also knew that if this matter was not handled properly, it would likely cause disputes between the two factions.

"Fellow Daoist Su Xuan, I believe you will handle this matter fairly," Mo Feibai said slowly, his voice filled with determination. "However, I also hope that we can quickly uncover the truth and give Immortal Yunhan and the Lingxiao Sect a satisfactory answer."

As Mo Feibai finished speaking, everyone in the conference room expressed their agreement. They knew that this matter was not only about personal grudges, but also about the harmony and stability between the two factions.

As night fell, the lights in the meeting hall gradually dimmed. However, for Helian Yun, Su Xuan, Mo Feibai, and others, their hearts were filled with the challenges and expectations of the unknown. They knew that in the days ahead, they would face even more severe tests.

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