C821 Miserable Seventh Brother

The Ming Wangzong today, was as quiet and solemn as ever.

Disciples and elders travelled back and forth between the buildings. Some of them were relaxed, while others were in a hurry. Everyone had something to do, or rather, nothing to do.

Bang!

A loud sound echoed out.

Any disciple or elder who had nothing to do or had nothing to do stopped in their tracks at the same time