Zhang Chengyue listened and nodded continuously.
He knew in his heart that, at this time, he should stand up in front of all the disciples as the first senior disciple besides Ou Peng. He had no room for retreat. He was well aware of what the Grandmaster was going to do, but this important task could not be done by him. He could only stand beside his master with a smile.
This was the pride of a direct disciple, and also the sorrow of a direct disciple.
After Ou Peng finished speaking, Zhang Chengyue's mood returned to calmness, and he whispered, "Gang Master, there is news from the disciples of the Divine Hall. There are countless masked fighters in front of Misty Mountain Villa, forming an encirclement and advancing towards us. They failed to break through and suffered several casualties, so they already withdrew."
"What about the back mountain of Piaomiao Peak? Are there any traces of the enemy?"
"Not yet, but I have sent people to check."
