Upon hearing this, everyone furrowed their brows. Take them down? Can we really take them down? More than fifty thousand members of the Sea Race were defeated and fled. How many disciples do we, the Great Dream Immortal Sect, even have? Fewer than twenty thousand! How could we possibly fight against those madmen from the Profound Yellow Sect?
"Fifth Elder, Fifth Elder, there's big trouble!"
Xu Qing ran in, flustered. Before she could speak, a single look from Meng Fenggu froze her in place.
"What is this panicked behavior?" Meng Fenggu said coldly. "Even if the sky were falling, it wouldn't be up to disciples like you to hold it up. Do not panic like this in the future!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!" Xu Qing sheepishly stuck out her tongue, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Meng Fenggu regained his composure and asked indifferently, "What happened?"
