Vice Sect Leader Bai Jian watched as Sect Leader Zhang Yang sat at the head seat, silent, his face becoming extremely somber, even unsightly—he knew the feeling in the Sect Leader's heart was unbearable.
But now that things had come to this, what to do? The two Supreme Elders had not yet responded. They had discussed for many days without coming to a conclusion. Simply sitting there wasn't a solution either.
"Have the two Supreme Elders not sent any message yet?" Zhang Yang couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly asked the Vice Sect Leader. It had been several days with no reply; could it be that the two venerable elders were also at a loss?
"No." Bai Jian shook his head with a sigh, responding that there had been no movement since reporting—the wait was agonizing, yet he didn't dare to inquire further.
"I will go and see for myself." Zhang Yang didn't want to continue waiting; otherwise, he might die of fright before anyone even arrived.