The atmosphere had been tense for about five minutes.
Du Fuwei's withered palms were clenched tightly into fists, the veins on the backs of his hands bulging. He did not want to swallow this bitterness today, but he had to, and the only plan for now was to let the people of Xuantian Sect leave.
"Hmph!" After a cold snort from his nose, Du Fuwei didn't say a word and, with an ugly expression, walked towards the main hall of Guiyuan Sect. His suppressed behavior indicated that the people of Xuantian Sect were allowed to leave now.
Seeing his grandfather conceding, Du Wannian hurriedly followed him into the grand hall, indignantly asking, "Grandfather, are we just going to let this matter go?"
With a "bang!"
