Despite waiting, the documents Wu Yufei asked to be sorted were still not delivered, and Wu Yufei was getting anxious. However, such tasks required time, as they needed to be thorough—this was a matter of life and death.
Finally, at eleven o'clock, the organized documents were delivered.
Shen Lang also rushed back home from outside; Wu Yufei had already called him, telling him there was no need to spread the news one by one anymore, as most people had already grasped the gist of it.
Shen Rufeng sat on the sofa, his heart trembling more and more as he read through the meticulously arranged information in his hands. He had been shocked by the emergence of seven sects, but now the eighth sect seemed to carry an even greater repute.
"Slam!" The documents were tossed onto the table by Shen Rufeng, his face heavy with concern.
