"Where's Shang Qingtian? Bring him to me!"
Liu Qiancheng roared uncontrollably.
"Commander, now is not the time to blame him!" Liu Qiancheng's deputy hurriedly advised.
"Zhichang is unconscious. Currently, the Martial Judgment Institute relies on Shang Qingtian and the heads of the other five sects. If we blame Shang Qingtian now, what if he leads the Wuyue Sword Sect to withdraw?"
Hearing this, Liu Qiancheng instantly calmed down.
"Now is not the time to judge Shang Qingtian. But now, without Zhichang and Guishan, who can stop that transcendent realm exotic beast?"
Liu Qiancheng said anxiously.
"I don't know, but if we ask Shang Qingtian to hand over the transformation grass of that exotic beast, will the beasts retreat?"
The deputy suggested.
Upon hearing this, Liu Qiancheng's eyes lit up, so he immediately ordered:
"Quickly, bring all the people from the Martial Judgment Institute here!"
"Yes!"
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