“That’s enough!!”

Old man Guichen suddenly spoke angrily. This was probably a rare time for him to get angry.

In an instant, the whole audience fell silent.

Old Man Guichen gritted his teeth, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed his anger.

"Creating a ninth-grade technique is inherently difficult. If we don't work together, no one can create a ninth-grade technique on their own."

"Wu Zhiyao, your sword intent has indeed weakened recently. For the next half month... a month, you should first cultivate your sword. Let's try again in at least a month."

bass!

Wu Zhiyao put away his sword, turned around and left without saying a word.

The others were the same, with no happy expressions on their faces, and most of them left at once.

In fact, each of the Eight Gates of Jingu can stand on their own, and no one needs to consider the opinions of others.

This means that there will be no leader.

"Rest well." Ye Zheyun came to Lin Che, whispered, and left.

No one looked at Lin Che differently, nor did they show excessive concern or contempt for her.

In their opinion, Lin Che's performance just now was enough to prove that Lin Che and they had almost the same cultivation level.

"Old Man Guichen."

Lin Che saw Elder Guichen slowly cleaning up the palace. There was blood everywhere, and only this old man was wiping it up bit by bit.

"What's wrong? The heir of Death Gate?"

"Well, this kind of thing can actually be dealt with by two servants. You don't have to do everything yourself." Lin Che showed enough concern in his words.

"Haha! It's okay, it's okay. I'm just here to clean up the mess for you Eight Gates. As long as you can create a ninth-grade martial art, this little thing won't be a big deal. Just go about your business, don't worry about me." Old Man Gui Chen looked like he was working hard and was not complaining.

A thought flashed through Lin Che's mind: Is it that he doesn't want to trouble others with such a small matter, or does he not want others to enter this palace?