C692 Old Drunkard Good Wine!

"Yes!"

At this moment, all the disciples of the seventy-two halls knelt down in unison.

Duane swept his gaze across the crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

The reason he didn't kill the Vice Hall Master was because it would be useless.

He dared to bet.

Of the ten thousand people, at least 90% of them had the same idea as the Vice Hall Master