Hei Xinjiu had always been shameless. She leaned over to sect master Helian’s side and did not say anything. She wiped her tears as she walked.
Sect Master Helian acted as if he did not see her. What else could he do? He was the sect master. He could not be calculative with a small outer sect disciple.
As the mountain gate was still some distance away from the main hall of the inner sect, after everyone sat down and waited for a long time, elder Duanmu accompanied the members of the sacred mountain’s Yun family to arrive.
The leader was an old man with a gloomy expression. Behind him were a few middle-aged men with unfriendly expressions.
“The head of the sacred mountain’s Yun clan’s alkaid Hall, Yun Haofeng, greets Sect Master Helian.”Yun haofeng cupped his hands, the expression on his face couldn’t be considered respectful.