"Elder Huang, let me give you a piece of advice! Even if the butcher Zhang dies, I won't eat the pork with hair on it. No one should take themselves too seriously."
"Without you, I can still live well. Right now, without me, your chance of dying is very high!"
Chu Feng sneered and, without stopping, overtook Elder Huang and left him behind.
What a joke, why would Chu Feng need to ingratiate himself with him?
Once Chu Feng regains the Nine Yang Sword Veins, by then, probably every elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect will rush to curry favor with him, an ordinary disciple.
"Master, there's no need to beg him, we just need to follow their pace!" Without hesitation, one of Elder Huang's disciples took a big step forward, walking where Chu Feng had just passed.
As expected, this move didn't work at all.
Because everyone's position in the array is different. The correct step to derive next is also different.
