At this time, countless disciples were busy in front of the sect master's hall, holding a very beautiful ceremony in front of the sect master's hall.
In the center of the main hall of the sect leader, the sect leader He Xuanji was wearing a crown and sitting upright.
Although he is sitting on the front seat, if you look closely at He Xuanji's position, you will find that He Xuanji is still a bit shorter.
Above him, Xu Xiangtian sat impressively.
"Holy Son, Sect Master, the guests who came to the meeting have been waiting outside for a long time." A disciple ran over and whispered.
Xu Xiangtian snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Let them wait outside. These cheap people have the courage to kill them."
At this time, Xu Xiangtian was wearing a golden brocade dress, which looked very majestic.
The disciple immediately ran out to deliver the message.
He Xuanji frowned and said, "Tian'er, why don't you go out and meet them? Although these people are just affiliated forces of our Tai Dao Sect, they should be friends with us no matter what."
Xu Xiangtian raised his eyebrows and sneered: "They are just a bunch of ants, why should I make friends with them."
In the past, when Xu Xiangtian was still a Taoist disciple, he would still make gestures and often communicate with these small and medium-sized sects.
But now, he doesn't need to show off.
He is the Holy Son.
He is superior to all the masters in the ice field, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
Why should he waste his energy on hypocritical performances for the sake of that little support from people?
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the door.
"What's going on outside?" He Xuanji scolded.
A disciple ran in from outside and said in a panic: "It's Senior Brother Han Zhuo. He insists on seeing the Holy Son, and we don't dare to stop him."
He Xuanji frowned immediately: "Let him come in."
Han Zhuo soon arrived at the main hall and saw Xu Xiangtian who was high above him.
"Xu Xiangtian, did you send someone to arrest the people hiding Xiu Peak and Qiankun Peak?" Han Zhuo asked sharply.
Because he supported Lu Yu, he was disqualified from the Holy Land Trial by He Xuanji.
However, Han Zhuo did not get depressed because of this, but frantically took on tasks and went out to train himself.
He had just finished his mission and came back from the outside. He immediately heard that Xu Xiangtian had ordered people from Tianxing Peak to arrest the inner disciples who had interacted with Lu Yu.
He Xuanji slapped the table: "Why are you talking to your senior brother and you still don't admit your mistake!"
Han Zhuo gritted his teeth and said: "Father, do you know what Xu Xiangtian has done! There are so many disciples, what mistakes have they made, and they will be caught and imprisoned in the sky prison!"
He Xuanji angrily yelled: "You have no right to speak here, so get out of here."
"Master, wait a moment."
Xu Xiangtian raised his head and looked at Han Zhuo with contempt: "Yes, I did these things. What can you do to me?"
"I am the Holy Son, and who are you to deserve to come here to question me?"
Han Zhuo was not angry but smiled: "Since the Holy Son has already taken action, let's arrest me too. By driving Fang Yun away, don't you just want to cover the sky with one hand in Tai Dao Sect. Now is your best chance to take action.
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"enough!"
He Xuanji stood up slowly, walked up to Han Zhuo, and slapped him with his palm.
Han Zhuo did not expect that his adoptive father would be the one to attack him. He was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground, vomiting blood.
"I have repaid what I owed your biological father all these years. I am no longer your father. You can leave." He Xuanji's face was full of disappointment.
Why can't this kid understand the situation?
Is the opportunistic and precarious young master of Piaoxue Sect worthy of trust, or is his personal disciple, the Holy Son of Ice Domain Xu Xiangtian, worthy of trust?
Obviously, He Xuanji's inner balance is more inclined towards the latter.
As for Lu Yu, He Xuanji always maintained his disdain in his heart.
This kid has been protected by countless strong men, but it's just good luck.