Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Li Qingshi looked at Dan Mingtao and looked around. “Disperse. We’ll settle the matter of our Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley ourselves.”

A white-bearded old man’s expression darkened. Just as he was about to step forward and speak, he was stopped by his fellow disciples.

The others looked at each other and slowly left the hall.

“Fellow Daoist Dan, we’ll settle the matter of my Medicine Valley ourselves,” Li Qingshi said softly when only the people from the Medicine Valley and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were left in the hall.

Dan Mingtao nodded and led the group of sword cultivators out of the hall.

Seeing the Sword Pavilion disciple leave, Li Qingshi raised his hand. The seven-story Sword Pavilion shook, and sword qi turned into a long dragon that circled the hall.

“Since you’ve made up your mind, you can bring your disciples out of the medicinal valley. You can also take away the spiritual herbs and spiritual pills of your lineage.”

Li Qingshi’s eyes were cold as he said in a low voice, “But we can’t take away any of the inheritance books of the Medicine Valley.”

After Li Qingshi finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Could he leave the medicine valley?

After going around in circles, in the end, he could still leave the medicine valley?

In the hall, the Elders looked at each other with bitter expressions.

If they had known that Li Qingshi had a seventh-story Sword Pavilion and had the backing of the Sword Pavilion, who would be willing to betray the Medicine Valley?

Nowhere else could be as comfortable as the Medicine Valley!

Unfortunately, now that their intentions had been revealed, it was impossible to stay even if they wanted to.

“Fellow senior brothers and sisters, from now on, from now on, sigh…” an old man with white hair clasped his hands, choked with emotion for a moment.

The others’ eyes were reddening one by one.

If it weren’t for the fact that the world was difficult, who would be willing to leave the Medicine Valley?

After all, living in the medicine valley for thousands of years, it was impossible not to have emotions.

Parting ways today and seeking a living in other sects would never be as comfortable as in the Medicine Valley.

Outside the hall, the experts from various sects glared at Dan Mingtao.

Those whose cultivation and the strength of their sects were insufficient also stood not far away, staring at the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

“Friend Dan, you were involved in the formation of this alliance.” An old man in a bright yellow Daoist robe glared at Shan Mingtao and spoke coldly.

“Hmph, as a sword cultivator, I didn’t expect you to do such a treacherous thing,” someone said coldly.

“Betrayal?” Sword light slowly condensed on Dan Mingtao’s body.