"Sect Leader, our Ghost Soul Sect's name has been used for thousands of years. Are we going to change it now?"
In the Conference Hall of the Silver Soul Sect, barely a double-digit amount of core formation cultivators gathered, each one of them almost injured. A refined-looking scholar sitting at the top, his face pale and breath fluttering like a candle in the wind.
"This is an order from the supreme elders? Do you have any objections?"
The former leader of the Ghost Soul Sect tightly gripped the Six Yin Ghostly Flame Fan in his hand. This semi-immortal artifact was the only thing that could offer him any comfort and courage at this moment.
He was now in an unprecedented state of weakness. After a serious of bloody battles, their Ghost Soul Sect had indeed made tremendous achievements and even turned a thousand-mile radius into a no-go zone for the demons. However, the price they paid was excessively serious. Even he, the sect leader, had almost fallen.
