It was a group of men in black. They ran to the old man quickly, pushed Qin Ye away, and saw that the old man had unfortunately died. Their faces showed expressions of extreme pain.

The dead are gone.

In addition to the sadness, a man in black said in astonishment:

"How did the Sect Master's Order end up in your hands?!"

Immediately, several pairs of eyes looked at Qin Ye.

I guess these people are from Wuji Sect.

Qin Ye repeated the old man's words, and everyone stared with wide eyes, unable to believe it, and would not accept it:

"impossible!"

"Why would the Sect Master choose a woman to count everyone?"

"If you ask me, the eldest brother is the legitimate successor..."

"The most urgent task is to bury the Sect Master. What are you arguing about?"

Amidst the chaos, a calm and solemn voice sounded.

He was a man about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, wearing a black suit, with a cold face, a sword on his waist, and his black hair tied up high. The aura around him was even colder, like a big iceberg.

His words seemed to be very influential. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone shut up.

The man took off his coat, covered the old man with it, and carefully picked him up.

Qin Ye walked over and presented the token in his hand with both hands:

"I am not interested in your Wuji Sect, nor do I want to rule. I have no ambition. I will return the token to you, but I don't know how to use the inner strength that your Sect Master passed on to me, and I don't know how to return it."

The man just looked at her coldly, didn't take it, and turned away while holding the old man.

Qin Ye pursed his lips and had to follow.

Outside the city.

A simple grave was erected and everyone mourned.

Qin Ye stood under a big tree not far away, out of place with this group of people.

About half an hour later.

They seemed to have finished their work and walked towards Qin Ye. When Qin Ye was about to return the token, the cold man in the lead took out his sword, laid it on the ground, and knelt on one knee:

"Jing Yi meets the Sect Master!"

Qin Ye subconsciously took a step back.

The others looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt on one knee one after another:

"We are waiting to see the Sect Master!"

The uniform shouts rang out, resounding in this wild space, constantly echoing in Qin Ye's ears, causing her to step back four or five steps in astonishment.

"I...you...I, I'm really just passing by. I never thought of leading you..."

These people are obviously a gang, like the ones on TV where they kill and rob and will do anything as long as they are paid.

People in such places are often cruel and ruthless. They do what they say and kill people like crazy.

Thinking of the scene where six assassins besieged the old man and chopped him up like pork, she suddenly felt a little scared:

"I am a good woman..."

The icy man named Jing Yi stood up and said, "Master, rest assured. Wuji Sect is different from those evil forces. We advocate justice, fairness, justice and freedom. We never kill people without reason or do anything that harms the world."

When Qin Ye heard this, he couldn't help but ask:

"Then why is your sect leader being hunted down?"

"Not only will the old sect leader be hunted down, you will be too."

"What?"

Qin Ye didn't understand what this meant yet, she saw the man's eyes passed her and seemed to be looking behind her.

She turned her head in confusion and saw a group of men in black brandishing swords and rushing forward aggressively.

Oh my god!

"It's too late, Sect Master, I'm sorry!"

The man growled, grabbed Qin Ye's waist, carried him on his shoulders, and ran away.

One group of people ran, and another group of people chased.