Demon Fiend Hall.
"Hall Master, going against the Celestial Palace is like an old man hanging himself, tired of living long! You cannot be so headstrong!"
Wes Matthews, with a burly appearance and an upright face, was full of anger: "Although you are the Hall Master, the Demon Fiend Hall isn't solely yours. Where do you place the lives of so many disciples?"
The Hall Master, Xander Frost, had a lean figure and a hard, cold expression: "There's no need to argue about this anymore. You don't know the foundation and strength of the Heavenly Alliance. The Celestial Palace's downfall is already a certainty; this is an opportunity for the Demon Fiend Hall to rise to a higher level!"
Wes Matthews frowned: "Foundation and strength? Then why don't you tell us? You are keeping everyone in the dark, what's the point of that?"
Xander Frost shook his head: "I cannot say!"
Wes Matthews shouted angrily: "This concerns the survival of the Sect, why can't you say?"
