There was silence in the pavilion.

Lu Zhou didn't speak, and they didn't dare to speak either.

Silence is better than sound.

The more silent the atmosphere, the more uneasy and uneasy the three of them felt, and chills ran down their spines.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Zhou still didn't speak.

Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he shook his head.

finally.

The fifth disciple, Zhao Yue, could no longer bear the strange atmosphere. She lay on the ground and cried: "Master, it's all my fault that I was confused for a moment! I entered the mountain gate and never thought of betraying my master! Please forgive me!"

"

Someone took the lead, and Duanmusheng and Ming Shiyin also began to beg for mercy.

"Master, it's been a hundred years since my disciple joined the army! During these hundred years... my apprentice has worked hard even if he has no merit... I beg Master, for the sake of my disciple's following you for a hundred years, please spare my life!"
Chapter completed!