C1816 noble feeling
This... Master Bai Weng!0
Seeing that Bai Weng was actually bowing, the expressions of all the Disciples of the Divine Hall s changed. Their pupils constricted, and then, all of them knelt down on one knee, their faces flushed red as they shouted in unison: "This disciple is incompetent, please do not worry about me, Master Bai Weng."
Seeing that, a look of astonishment flashed past Long Bufan's eyes, obviously he also did not expect that the extremely powerful Bai Weng, who had such an extraordinary status, would actually give up on his haughtiness, and bow to show his apology in front of the crowd.
It had to be known that with Bai Weng's powerful status in the Temple Hall, his words were like the imperial edict of a mortal world's emperor.
However, if an Emperor were to lower his dignity and bow before the subjects of a hundred officials, this huge difference in status would be extremely rare.
At this moment, Bai Weng's actions undoubtedly caused all the Disciples of the Divine Hall s to feel fear in their hearts, but at the same time, they felt an indescribable excitement as they looked at Bai Weng with fiery eyes.
"Tsk tsk, this is indeed a high level technique. Just a single bow is enough to conquer the hearts of most of the disciples in the young generation of Temple Hall."
Long Bufan rubbed his nose, secretly praising in his heart. He knew that for the past few hundred years, Bai Weng's true body had been in an extremely secretive place, suppressing the sealed Otherworldly Demon Emperor Primordial Spirit. It was impossible for him to remove him, and every time he appeared, he could only use the Divine sense clone.
Under this kind of state, with just his clone and the Hall Master Xing by his side, he was unable to completely control the change in the situation of the Temple Hall. And after all these years, Bai Weng was still able to firmly sit as the person with the highest authority in the Temple Hall.
As disciples of the same sect, I believe all of you have heard of it in the annals of history. As a disciple of the same sect, I believe all of you have heard of it in the annals of history.
Then, Bai Weng's gentle voice, that sounded like the spring breeze, rang out once again in the plaza. His gaze shifted slightly, and looked at the altar with a complicated gaze, and the 300 core disciples who had excited faces in their selection, said calmly: "Today, there is not much that I want to say. I only have one hope, and that is that the 300 of you will be safe and sound, and when that time comes, not a single one of you will be able to return.
After his experiences from the past years, he was clearer than anyone else that the words that he had said just now were so insignificant that it merely boosted his morale a little.
This was because everyone knew that the broken space was no longer some martial arts competition between fellow disciples. It had the protection of the referee and many other rules.
The place was full of unimaginable dangers. If one was not careful, one would be buried in a foreign land. Not only would they have to face those ferocious demon beasts from the plane of existence, but they would also have to guard against attacks from other races all the time.
If he wanted to gain more chances of survival in that cruel environment, he would not be able to display his personal strength at all. He would have to rely on the teamwork, or else, if something went wrong, not only would he be trapped in a hopeless situation, but he might also implicate his companions and cause everyone's death!
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