Wang Ye's face suddenly turned blue, and he spoke coldly.
"This Hui Xing lacks ability but desires to be a hero. Such a cultivator can go die."
Tang Xuan felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.
Is the Sect Master really this cold-blooded?
At this moment, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed ten thousand times with a steel knife.
"Let him die outside. I, the Sect Master, need to participate in the competition tomorrow, and the other Peak Masters must compete too. The disciples from other peaks have to prepare for tomorrow's competition; there's no idler to rescue him."
After speaking, Wang Ye turned and left with an icy expression.
Tang Xuan witnessed this, feeling a heart-wrenching pain, the Sect Master was too ruthless.
Since the Sect Master wouldn't go for the rescue, then I should go.
As for tomorrow's victory or defeat, while important, it's not more important than human life.
