In the great hall of the Yujian Sect.
Five second-generation disciples gathered here, each with a trace of irritation on their faces, sitting for a while before pacing back and forth within the hall. It was evident that they could not calm their minds.
The power held by the Yujian Sect's second-generation disciples was immense, and the fact that five out of eight gathered here clearly indicated a serious matter.
"Senior Brother, now that Yu Dian has died, and our master, along with Senior Qian Qi, are in the Alchemy Room concocting together, what should we do next?" One of the five, a middle-aged man in yellow clothes, spoke out. This man was Old San among the eight disciples of the Yujian Sect.
"Third Junior Brother, if you're asking me, what can I do?" The handsome young man shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, my disciple 'Huan Yu' has also been killed. I too am filled with anger with nowhere to vent it."
All five brothers in the hall felt helpless.
