The Cultivation World, the rules set by the sects, were like shackles that firmly bound these people.
They sacrificed everything for the benefit of the sect, only able to live on without dignity...
"Manager Xu, please don't kill us..."
Fifty-five people pleaded in unison and then knelt in front of Xu Jiaojiao.
Xu Jiaojiao straightened her chest and looked up with cold eyes, "Are you willing to give up being disciples of the Cangmang Sword Sect?"
The fifty-five people kowtowed like pounding garlic, hurriedly shouting.
"Manager Xu, we only ask that you don't kill us. We are willing to leave the Cangmang Sword Sect and honor you as our master!"
"Hehe!"
Xu Jiaojiao laughed. Laughing, laughing, she started to cry unwittingly.
"Haha..."
Suddenly, Xu Jiaojiao laughed up to the sky.
"You haven't changed, you haven't changed at all. You'd rather be slaves to others and continue living without dignity. You don't deserve to live, all of you should die, die!"