"What are you doing? Yang Tian killed your Palace Master, and you're actually going to kneel to him?"
Lin Zhenbang shouted sternly.
The four elders exchanged a glance but remained resolute, "Yang Tian, you are our leader's Young Master, and thus our master! We will follow your orders from now on!"
In their hearts, Jing Neng had saved their lives back then, surpassing anything else.
"How long have you lived? Yet still so stubborn and inflexible?" Li Min sneered coldly, "What's loyalty worth? Kill Yang Tian, and you will become Chiyou's Inner Sect Disciples, with your cultivation advancing! Then you won't just live for five hundred years but for a thousand!"
"For us old folks with one foot already in the coffin, death doesn't matter. All these years, we've stayed at Yihua Palace only to repay a debt." The four elders spoke in unison, "Our leader saved us, and we'd brave any blade or fire for him!"
"Young Master, are you injured?"
Jing Neng approached.
