602 Take the initiative, I want …
Most people were used to it. If something happened, they would push the blame onto someone else, push everyone else's fault onto someone else, open your mouth, shut your mouth...
Right now, it was the same with the people from the Devil Sect.
"Young Master, why don't you explain yourself?" Someone took a step forward, wanting to stop the Ghost-faced Young Master, but he could be heard saying, "What all of you uncles said is correct, I have nothing else to say."
Kill him?
No, these people did not take him seriously, but they did not dare to kill him because that man did not allow it.
"But …" The people of the Demon Sect wanted to say something, but the Ghost Face Young Master had already turned into the inner room and refused to listen.
"What do we do now?" After the Ghost Face Young Master left, everyone from the Demon Sect looked as if they had lost their leader, and were at a loss.
Using their brains, it was impossible for them to do it, but they had already completely denied everything. It seemed impossible for them to invite Young Master back.
"Go find the Sect Leader. It is very likely that the Prince Yanbei found our position. We can't shrink any further." The people of the Devil Sect discussed for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a good solution. They could only choose to find their wise and great Hierarch, and then came the problem …
"The Sect Leader is being targeted by Li Yuan now, it might not be easy for us to contact him."
Li Yuan was definitely a difficult opponent, his martial arts were strong in the first place, adding on the palace's more than twenty years of training, she had seen all kinds of dark methods, even if he did not like using underhanded methods, she had more schemes in his head than the average martial artist, he wanted to keep a close eye on one person, so she could truly keep a close eye on that person …
Under his surveillance, the Sect Leader of the Devil Sect was not free to begin with. Unless he had been hiding his identity the entire time, Li Yuan would find him the moment he appeared.
In order to avoid Li Yuan's tail, in order to prevent Li Yuan from following them to the Demon Sect's headquarters, although the Demon Sect's Sect Leader had returned to the Black Stone Mountain, he could only hide himself in order to prevent the Demon Sect's secret from being exposed.
At this moment, the Devil Sect had no way to contact the Sect Leader. All these years, the matters of the devil sect were handled by the few elders and the Ghost Face Young Master. The devil sect leader never asked about the affairs of the sect master, and his not coming back would not affect the operation of the devil sect, but...
The current situation was different from the past, the Demonic Sect was in danger now, and the Ghost-faced Young Master obviously did not want to be in charge, if the Demonic Sect did not appear now, the Demonic Sect would probably be finished.
Of course, the Devil Sect's leader did not know about all this. He was too confident in himself. He confidently believed that he would do his best for a child he had raised. He confidently believed that the elders he had personally picked would wholeheartedly advise the demonic sect and live or die with them.
"Prince Yanbei is a difficult opponent, I'm afraid the Devil Sect won't be able to protect their foundation at Black Rock Mountain." The Ghost-faced Young Master closed her eyes, as if she was talking to herself, but it was obvious that his words were meant for another person in the room.
"Young Master, what are your plans?" Inside, there was a man around forty years old. He was wearing a blue robe which was calm and refined. He didn't look like a martial artist at all. He also didn't look like a person from the Devil Sect.
This person was the teacher and benefactor of the Ghost Face Young Master, he was known as the Scholar Wan Yan. He was once a famous scholar, and due to various reasons, he fell into the martial world and became the Mr. Young Master of a Devil Sect.
"Sir, what do you think we should do?" The Ghost-faced Young Master opened her eyes, her black pupils were clean and untainted by any impurities, calm and steady like he should not be at his age.
The scholar did not answer immediately, but instead deeply looked at the bronze masked Young Master, then said: "This depends on what you want, Young Master."
He should be the one who understood Young Master the best in the sect. He knew more than anyone that this Young Master of theirs did not like his position, this place.
However, there were some things he could not help the Young Master with.
"Me?" The Ghost-faced Young Master laughed bitterly as she reached out to take off her mask, revealing a pale, sickly face that had never seen the sunlight before. If one looked carefully, they would realize that his face was quite similar to the Revelation Emperor's.
Ever since he could remember, he had been locked in the mountains and brought along an ugly ghost mask. He could not take it off, could not see outsiders, and could not go out.
He had never seen the sun, did not know the green of the grass, did not know the red of the flowers, did not know the blue of the sky. He was like a living dead man, living in the ground, shady, unable to see the light.
He did not want the right to be untouchable nor did he want to become an overlord. He also did not want to inherit that man's ambition. He only wanted to walk out and take a look at the outside world.
He only wanted so much, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Young Master..." When the green-clothed man heard this, his eyes flashed with a trace of pity. She had accompanied the Ghost-faced Young Master for more than twenty years, and had single-handedly brought up the Ghost-faced Young Master. He could be said to be both a teacher and a father.
In the past twenty years, he knew better than anyone else what sort of life this pale youth was leading.
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