Just as he finished speaking, a group of people stepped into the meeting hall.
The leader was an old man, none other than Meng Yizi. He was being supported by a man in his thirties. However, both of them were covered in blood and had been tortured beyond recognition.
Fortunately, their spirits were not too bad. It seemed that they had been tortured a lot in the dungeon.
Not only them, there were more than 20 people behind them, all covered in blood. They supported each other and looked excited.
Wanru hurried forward and supported Mengyazi, tears almost falling: "Master!"
Everyone turned to look at the gate.
It's like treating Mengyazi like his own father, and he loves him from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing Mengyazi so old and suffering so much torture, he couldn't help but feel sad and finally tears came to his eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry, good boy, this time it's all thanks to you!"
Mengyazi patted Wanru's shoulder and forced a smile of relief.
These injured disciples were all Meng Yizi's confidants and the elites of the Divine Sword Sect. They were all captured by Yan Feng, but they would rather die than surrender, and not one of them betrayed the sect.
But the hatred in their hearts is extremely strong.
As soon as they came in, they stared at their fellow disciples in the hall with complicated expressions.
All these disciples lowered their heads, feeling guilty and not daring to look at them.
However, those newly recruited disciples were very unfamiliar to Meng Yizi and others. No one paid any attention to them when they saw them kneeling there.
Meng Yizi and his eldest disciple Du Yuanfei came to the platform together.
They walked tremblingly along the way.
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