Elder Sang spoke with dignified and stern words, not mentioning the shameful incident that had just occurred. With a gesture, he summoned the trembling remnants of Fen Qin's old troops.
Behind them, the God Fated Stars were being passed along as if they were the rightful owners from the Holy Divine Palace, unafraid of any Spiritual Cultivator blocking their path in the world.
In truth, there was no longer any point in hiding.
With half of the Saint Servants gathered here, even the people of the Holy Divine Palace would have to act subservient. These folks could say black was white, and who would dare to argue?
At this moment, the only concern of Fen Qin's old troops was whether their boss would take out his embarrassment on them.
Clearly, after so many years apart, their memories had only polished the good—overestimating the magnanimity of their leader, Fen Qin.
Elder Sang did not blame them.
