The people who came were either sect leaders or mainstays.
Besides them, there were also disciples of some aggrieved families.
They were all filled with grief and indignation, wearing mourning clothes.
Zou Shaohai first clasped his fists, then with a serious expression, he looked at everyone and said in a deep voice, "For today's matter, I will make the decision alone. Do not act on your own. Do you all agree?"
He had asked this before, and now he was bringing it up again.
After all, in handling such matters, the greatest fear is not the opponent but one's own people causing trouble from behind. Not only would it be unresolved, it would also become a joke.
"It is entirely up to the president!"
"We all listen to the elder."
Everyone knew what was at stake, and naturally agreed in unison.
"Good!"
Zou Shaohai nodded slightly, "In the pugilistic world, there are rules. Since others have sent invitations, we should not lose our courtesy. Follow me out to greet them!"
