After a series of prayers, Qiu Tianhen led six elders to the square.
Following closely behind, Ling Lu seemed somewhat distracted.
Because he had personally experienced the terror of Xia Liu.
He had an illusion that if the sect's leaders dared to be careless, they would surely pay a painful price.
But he was just a disciple.
If he dared to speak about ominous things regarding the sect, it would undoubtedly be courting death.
Ling Lu held back his words and quietly followed behind Qiu Tianhen.
However, he had his own plans.
Within the sect, he had the fastest flying speed.
If Xia Liu really broke through the defenses and flattened the Beast Taming Sect, Ling Lu would immediately flee.
On the enormous square, a hundred cultivators stood solemnly.
As Qiu Tianhen expected, the faces of these disciples were all filled with excitement.
After all, the Soul-Suppressing Bell had been silent for hundreds of years.
