"What! The minister was carried away by that guy again?" The leader of the Ming Jue Sect was furious at this time, and the nanmu table, which had already suffered a bad fate, almost turned into a pile of waste wood. "Has he finished! How many times? Do you think our Ming Jue Sect doesn't exist? Don't let me see him again, or I will break his legs! Then I'll take him to his old home again..." The disciples in the hall were as pale as a melon, praying that the martial arts cancer would send the elder back as soon as possible, otherwise the sect leader would have to scold him for several more days, making the flowers and plants on the mountain unpeaceful. At this time, the elder in charge was holding a tea cup, and was placed on a bare mountaintop with a chair. The cold wind blew past his ears, and the tea in the cup had been blown cold by the mountain wind. There was a man in black standing in front of him, saying, "Executive Minister, follow me and leave that crooked demon sect!" The man sitting there had veins popping on his forehead and stood up with a shudder, "I think you are the crooked demon sect." After saying that, he was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he turned back. The man in black was moved, but he moved the chair away...
Intention: Right and wrong, right and wrong, right and wrong, only the heart