"Sect Master, what do you mean by this?"
Pang Feng looked toward Su Han, his gaze somewhat evasive, but he began to speak up, his voice firm.
Su Han's gaze lightly swept over him and did not bother to respond.
The others were also unclear about Su Han's intentions and began to whisper amongst themselves in the silence.
At this moment, the entire valley had been surrounded by people, with the older generation of disciples, who were complaining about unfairness, at the forefront, and the newly joined disciples around the perimeter.
These new disciples had never spoken a word; they simply felt grateful for the Phoenix Sect taking them in and nurturing them. They would comply with whatever command Su Han gave, without a second thought.
But the older generation of disciples were different. Initially, when they joined, their thoughts aligned with those of the ordinary disciples.
