Immediately, a disciple spoke in a low voice, "Senior Uncle Zhu, draw your sword."
"That's right, Senior Uncle Zhu, quickly draw your sword."
"Senior Uncle Ling, this isn't good, right?"
"Senior Uncle Ling..."
Zhu Tianzhi was popular, but there seemed to be even more people supporting Ling Wushang. For a moment, there was a commotion outside Flowing Cloud Valley. The surroundings had long been illuminated by many torches and glowing ores.
Bi Xuanshan remained silent. No matter how the elders winked at him, he ignored them. So be it. He even touched his beard and muttered in a low voice, "Aiya, I'm really old. I can't see clearly anymore. My old eyes are blurry. Aiya..." When the elders heard this, they almost vomited blood. Who was the one who said that he wasn't old yet with a dignified expression earlier? Now, he was talking to himself and contradicting what he said before.
