C1143 The Victims This Time Were All Ordinary Disciples
C1143 The Victims This Time Were All Ordinary Disciples
"Where are the disciples of Green Palace?"
"Here!"
The disciples of Green Palace opened their eyes wide and shouted in unison.
"Are you willing to accept compensation? Do you agree to let this matter rest in peace?"
Ling Feixue's words were filled with boundless anger and sorrow, and it carried a bone-piercing chill that resounded throughout the entire place.
As they looked at that unyielding and proud figure, everyone's pupils shrunk and their hearts stopped beating.
The eyes of the Green Palace disciples who had lost their faith and gave up hope immediately lit up with excitement and anger.
"I don't want to!"
"I don't want to!"
"We don't want to!"
"We don't want to!"
His voice was like a wave, soaring into the sky in an orderly fashion, shocking everyone present.
They originally didn't have the right to make a decision, they didn't even have the right to vote.
Everything in the Green Palace was decided by the Palace Master and the elders.
However, the ones who were harmed this time were all ordinary disciples.
As ordinary disciples, they could empathize with the situation, but they were unable to seek justice for their sisters.
Releasing people meant compromising, conceding, and settling the matter peacefully. It meant that they would not pursue the matter any further.
They were clearly unwilling to compromise, unwilling to compromise, but they had no right to speak at all.
They had a lot of people, but not a single one of them could speak.
It was the first time Ling Feixue had succeeded the position of Palace Lord. It was the first time she had asked them a question, and the first time she wanted to know what they were thinking.
Ling Feixue looked at them and felt a little comforted. She slowly put down her right hand.
The angry shouts of the Green Palace disciples also stopped. They glared at the white-haired old man and the many higher ups of the immortal sects.
At this moment, their hearts were connected.
The core was the newly appointed Palace Master, Ling Feixue.
Ling Feixue slowly turned around and faced the upper echelons of the immortal sect whose faces were incomparably ugly.
"You all, what else do you have to say?"
"Finish and get lost."
"We, the Green Palace, do not welcome you."
The face of the white-haired old man and the other higher ups turned ashen.
What else could they say?
This was the will of the entire Green Palace, the decision made by the entire Green Palace. Its strength and importance far exceeded that of the twenty-seven elders.
"What a great snow fairy!"
The white-haired old man was so angry that he laughed and stared at Ling Feixue. His face turned red and white, almost unable to suppress the urge to attack.
"You are much stronger than your master! You do not know when to advance or retreat!"
"If you hand them over, we can still get along amicably, and even conduct internal checks and cleanups for you."
"Now that you're so aggressive, you've made our immortal sects lose all face. Do you think the Green Palace will have a good end?"
"Or do you think that you and the Green Palace have the ability to fight against the entire Cang Lan World?"
"They don't need to fight against the entire Cang Lan World."
A low and deep voice that contained anger suddenly sounded by his ears, causing the white-haired old man to be shocked and feel cold all over.
He slowly and stiffly turned his head. There was panic and panic in his eyes, and his face turned deathly pale.
Chen Feng had not spoken for a long time, and he had just arrived. He did not have a strong sense of existence, so he had subconsciously ignored him.
Now, Chen Feng was standing beside him, less than two feet away from him.
At this distance, he knew that if he wasn't careful, he would die.
"You seem to want to take revenge on them?" Chen Feng looked at him coldly and asked.
"No... No... Really not." The white-haired old man looked at Chen Feng, who was right in front of him, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.
However, he didn't even dare to move. He was like a wooden sculpture, and even his voice became stiff.