Yue Hai hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "When the first senior brother wanted to be the sect leader, he was worried that he would be taken away by the juniors. The disciple was deceived by the first senior brother, so he made a mistake... Later, he was entangled in the road and could no longer look back.

The disciple has always felt guilty towards Qing'er, otherwise he would not have recklessly sent people into the ruins to help Qing'er kill Yao Jinxin. The disciple is entirely trying to make up for his original mistakes."

At this moment, she could only throw all the blame on First Cloud.

As long as there is no evidence... As long as there is no evidence that this is my own idea, as an elder, I will not...

"Well, I understand, I understand."

Ling Bupo waved his hand, signaling Yue Hai not to be impatient.

He smiled and said: "Yue Hai, you have a deep love for Qing'er. I can understand it. This way, I feel relieved."

Yuehai said confused: "Don't worry?"

"Yes, I prefer Qing'er to be the next sect master, but Qing'er's cultivation level is still a bit low after all. I will personally teach her the complete Sacred Universe Book in the future, but if I want to achieve true refinement, even if I have the foundation of the Sacred Sect behind me,

, it will take at least three years... During these three years, Qing'er's safety will be very problematic."

Ling Bupo smiled and said: "It's rare for you to take such good care of Qing'er now. I guess you already regard Qing'er as your own daughter, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then you are willing to sacrifice for Qing'er, become a war puppet beside her, and protect her safety day and night, right?"

A black light flashed in Ling Bupo's eyes, and Yue Hai's body instantly stiffened as he looked at it.

Almost unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, Yue Hai was frozen there without any resistance. Ling Bupo's eyes flashed with extreme panic and despair.

Fight against puppets?

I...am I going to be turned into a war puppet too?

But besides the fear in my heart, what emerged in my heart was a strong sense of self-deprecation.

evidence?

Ridiculous...when did the people from the evil sect ever give evidence?

He had clearly put the blame on himself, but would the ancestor care about that? He knew it was him who did it... and that was enough.
Chapter completed!