Jian Wufeng, one of the renowned Ten Great Talents of Sword Saint Mountain, if subjected to public punishment in front of all the sect cultivators of Sword Saint Mountain, how could he continue to exist there?
His face, already completely lost!
More importantly, if his dealings with Cold Wind Type were to be exposed, he would truly become the target of everyone.
From then on, his reputation at Sword Saint Mountain would certainly not be illustrious.
Thinking about all these, Jian Wufeng grew increasingly anxious.
He sidled up to Pang Jinglong and whispered, "Great Elder, my initial intention was just to improve my cultivation! Now, among the ten people of Sword Saint Mountain, only I and Xiao have managed to make it into the Ten Great Talents from Wenxin Valley. This is a pride for Wenxin Valley! But, I am unwilling to be ranked seventh and be suppressed by others! If the Great Elder is going to punish, could you give me a dignified..."
