More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.

They stood on the martial arts field and looked at the magnificent buildings around them, all with surprised expressions on their faces.

I didn’t expect that our sect would be so high-end and majestic!

How can spending thousands of taels of silver notes not be high-end or grand?

"Why are there so few people?"

Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "Where are the other disciples?"

"Report to the leader."

A disciple said respectfully: "Some brothers and sisters live in relatively remote mountain villages, and it will take a while to get here."

"I see."

Jun Changxiao understood and said: "Qingyang, give them a place to live."

"yes."

Li Qingyang received the order and was about to take his junior brothers to the inner courtyard, but he heard a weak cry from outside the door: "Master... Master..."

Jun Changxiao frowned and hurried out.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the gate, they saw a young man lying on the floor covered in blood!

"Junior Brother Sun!"

Li Qingyang hurriedly squatted down, placed one hand on his pulse, and examined his junior brother's injuries.

The injured disciple endured the pain and said weakly: "Master...master, there are more than 30 disciples, and they were ambushed by bandits on the road, and the junior disciples were kidnapped..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter in his hand fell off to the ground.

Li Qingyang said: "Master, my junior brother just fainted, nothing serious."

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter, opened it, and saw a crooked line written on it, which read: Prepare money to come to Montenegro to redeem the person within three days, otherwise the vote will be cancelled.

"Oh shit!"
Chapter completed!