"..."
Wei Qingye's fingers brushed over the long sword.
In his heart, he was unwilling to believe the scene unfolding before him.
Considering his friend's temperament, how could he die so easily? It seemed almost deliberate...
"Poshun."
He raised his head to look at his somewhat anxious junior disciples.
He spoke unhurriedly:
"Even if it's Poshun, is there no way for us to eliminate him? Why are we in such a panic?"
Hmm.
He was actually quite flustered.
But in front of all the junior disciples, he couldn't afford to panic.
In the Tao Furnace Realm, he could reveal his vulnerability and helplessness since elders would back him up, but outside, he couldn't show such weakness.
If he faltered, then real trouble would arise!
Seeing him so calm.
The sword cultivators quickly regained their composure.
Normally, they wouldn't be so unsettled, but Li Ye's reputation was like the golden child to them, even providing the food they consumed...
"What should we do now?"
