Ancestor, within ten days, they will definitely make a comeback..."

Confucianism has an order of hierarchy. Even if the senior masters disappear in an instant, the remaining Confucian scholars can still elect the person in charge. Therefore, the third generation senior brother Bai Yunxiao became the leader of the remaining members of the Junzi Kingdom. Hearing this, he stepped forward and said:

"Don't worry, old man, we will definitely help you defend Yinu Island and wait for the return of my imperial uncle, master, uncles, and God Lord Ayinu."

Ou Qiyiya grinned dryly, then looked at Yinu Island and the empty village with nostalgia, and said lightly: "They are all gone... What are you doing guarding the broken island... They are all gone... Let's go..."

As Ou Qi Yi Ya's voice gradually became inaudible, Bai Yunxiao called out several times. Seeing that the old man was motionless, his brows gradually furrowed.

Junior Brother Xiang Qian beside him suddenly said: "The old man seems to be dead..."

Bai Yunxiao concentrated his energy on his eyes, and he saw that Ou Qiyi Ya was not breathing, his eyes were closed tightly, his skin was as dry and loose as bark, and his body also looked decayed. Not only was he dead, but he also looked like he had been dead for a long time.

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"Old senior..."

Bai Yunxiao sighed softly, feeling empty in his heart. He looked back at the huge island and saw that there were only about thirty of his fellow apprentices left. He remembered that the Haizu sect, which had formed a deadly feud, was still very powerful. He couldn't help but stamp his feet and said: "Uncle...

…Where have you, old man, taken your senior teachers and seniors to? The disciples are about to be unable to stay in the wild sea..."
Chapter completed!