Pick.
Like goods.
Bi Wuhe felt sad.
If not for yesterday's great opportunity, he would have bowed and smiled when his two children were chosen today, right?
Taking a light breath, Bi Wuhe took a step forward and bowed.
"Fellow Daoists of the Gathering Sword Sect, these two brats of my family won't become disciples of your sect."
Won't become disciples?
Du Hai, who was looking up and down and was about to choose between Bi Chong and Bi Yun, was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Ke Zhenyue blankly.
After cultivating for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. For a moment, he thought that he had heard wrongly.
Ke Zhenyue's face twitched, and his eyes revealed a trace of malice.
A sword light flashed on his body.
This was a provocation to the Gathering Sword Sect!
At this moment, many of the neighbors had gathered around.
