Strange, they're all our disciples. Didn't see those old farts?
Then what was that chilling murderous aura just now?
Li Guishen rubbed his eyes vigorously, then looked around with wide eyes, the shadow over his heart eased, and the fierce look on his face faded away.
"Master, do we have enemies? I haven't heard you mention them before?" Hong Ya asked suspiciously, tilting her head.
Zhao Zhixin's face was dark as he said, "Master, if we have enemies, why don't we take the disciples and go hunt them down?"
Wang Yu nodded, and for once, managed a complete sentence, showing his deep confusion: "Master, you always teach us to eliminate the roots, strike first to gain the upper hand. How can you let the enemies live?"
Hong Ya patted her small chest, showing a bit of fear on her face.
