"This..."
The Great Elder swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Had he known that Gu Qingyu would provoke such a fearsome God of Slaughter, he would never have given her the Love Potion. It's too late now; things have already escalated to this extent.
The Sect Master was also terrified, but what could he say? It wasn't his people who had caused trouble. He could only direct his gaze at the Great Elder, expecting an explanation.
Had it been just someone sent by Lord Yaan, then he might have been able to argue his way out and leave a way out for Qingyun Sect.
But now, from the moment he saw Prince Yuun, he knew it was impossible. This God of Slaughter would not give them such an opportunity. The Sect's reputation could be destroyed over this—it was not an issue that could be easily resolved.
"Great Elder, Gu Qingyu is your granddaughter. Why aren't you explaining things to Prince Yuun immediately?"
