"Alright." Lin Zifeng nodded; since the old fellows had invited him, he had no reason to refuse. Besides, the Holy Hall now felt different, not like the old Holy Hall, perhaps due to his absence these days, it had quietly changed.
Because of this quiet change, Lin Zifeng had a fleeting thought; he considered disbanding the Holy Hall. The Holy Hall had become increasingly large and powerful, incomparable within Huaxia.
But precisely because the Holy Hall had grown too large, people's hearts were unstable; once he lost control, the entire Hall would be in chaos. After all, the Hall was just his personal Hall, not everyone's.
"Haha, brother indeed is straightforward and generous." After a hearty laugh, Lin Zifeng followed the old men back to the Holy Hall's headquarters together.
With the death of Yao Chenfeng from the Demon God Sect, it immediately triggered quite a stir; their loss of a great support left the isolated Yao Qingjiao feeling as if the sky had fallen.
