"If you have an opinion, speak up!" A glint of sharp light flashed through Wu Tian's eyes, and the invisible pressure in the space intensified.
Zhang Jifeng and the others felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on them. Their bodies shook, and they collapsed to the ground. Faced with this irresistible force, Zhang Jifeng and his companions finally submitted.
"We yield!"
"Yes, we have no opinion! No opinion at all!"
"We are willing to let her be our Sect Leader!"
The Wudang disciples, each trembling, spoke up one after another.
"I... I am also willing to assist her," Zhang Jifeng finally added.
"Good." Wu Tian nodded.
The Blood Mist gradually dissipated, and the figure within it vanished as if it had never been there. Zhang Jifeng and the Wudang disciples finally understood what it meant for a Divine Dragon to be so elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
