What others pronounce without solid proof can be considered slander.
But the Moon Hua Sect can't propagate it themselves, otherwise, it would be a public provocation. Even if the matter isn't true, the other sects wouldn't let it go for the sake of their reputations.
"Don't worry, Sect Master, I understand."
Leng Hao knew what was important. He had used a secret transmission to tell Wu Xiang precisely because of this.
"Alright, everyone has worked hard. Take a good rest."
Wu Xiang waved his hand, signaling Dai Yuling and Leng Hao to rest.
There, the elders of the Sect and the disciples who were previously eliminated had prepared food and drinks for them to enjoy.
While the Moon Hua Sect was still anxiously waiting, their anxiety was tinged with joy and harmony.
In contrast, some sects were completely shrouded in gloom and despair.
At the Sword King Sect, Chen Nanxing's face looked as dark as the bottom of a pot.
