The martial arts practice field had already gathered many successive disciples who practiced the sword. When they saw Yun Chujiu’s expression, they were all very curious. Some of them who knew what had happened before began to ramble on about what had happened.
Everyone shook their heads. Although they were not familiar with Yun chujiu, and their impression of her was also average, Zhuang Hong, as the sect leader’s disciple, had actually stolen a junior’s courtyard. This was really a little too much.
Yun chujiu portrayed a little white lotus in a lifelike manner. From time to time, she would sob a few times. Her small body even started to tremble. She looked like she was being bullied but did not dare to say anything.
Everyone sympathized with the weak. Seeing her like this, even though they were not familiar with her, they felt a little more pity and comforted her. The general meaning was that it was just a courtyard. If he wanted to snatch it, so be it. Don’t take it to heart.