Faced with Perfected Mobai's overbearing gaze, Kun Hengzi was terrified and complained endlessly in his heart.
He also wanted to hand over the Withered Tree Sword to protect the sect, but the problem was that he did not even know who Gu Zheng was.
"Perfected Mobai, to be honest, Gu Zheng might be an outer sect disciple of our sect, or even an in-name disciple. I'm also investigating who this person is. Please wait a moment, Perfected Mobai!" Kun Hengzi said in fear and trepidation.
In fact, he did not want to compromise. It was heroic to die in peace.
However, as the master of a sect, he had to bear the lives of everyone in the sect. If he was careless, more than a thousand people might be buried with him.
"I'll give you all ten minutes!" Perfected Mobai said expressionlessly.
"Okay!" Kun Hengzi quickly arranged for someone to investigate and quickly confirmed Gu Zheng's identity.
