At the same time.
In the main hall of Wolf Fang Sect, all the core members were waiting for good news.
Qiu Yuliang sat at the head seat, his hands resting on an ancient sword, his eyes slightly closed. The room was silent, seemingly calm and relaxed, but many people's hearts were anxious.
Even though Qiu Yuliang, the Sect Master, emanated an aura of decay, the murder of his only grandson had injured his vital energy.
His vision was not one of ordinary people.
Regarding the person who had dared to come alone to Wolf Fang Sect, he had some apprehension.
Thus, he had specifically instructed Qiu Yunshan before that, once the person was found, it would be best not to engage.
The highest form of warfare is strategy.
Forcing confrontation is ultimately a last resort.
Especially when the background of the opponent is unknown, it's best to remain calm.
"Sect, Sect Master, we found him."
Soon, a young disciple hurried in, breathless, speaking anxiously.
