Hearing Master Xiahou’s words, Yun chujiu smiled and said, “Thank you, Master Xiahou. I’ll be going back now.”
This fellow was very tactful. He did not mention anything about giving the position of master to her and obediently left the meeting hall.
As for Murong Hanlie’s matter, master Xiahou and the others obviously had a countermeasure. It was impossible for them to hand over the position of master to Murong Hanlie. It was just a matter of when they would shed all pretense of cordiality.
After Hei Xinjiu figured out the joints inside, she could not help but shake her head and smile bitterly.
She had treated herself too much. Even Murong Hanlie had such powerful strength behind him, and the people of the murderous Yuan sect did not acknowledge it, not to mention that she only had one sect master ring.
Yun chujiu self-examined herself. These days, she was clearly a little complacent. She had to cultivate properly.
Therefore, she sprinted back to her own yard.