At this time, Master Yijie was not a little arrogant or rude. When he raised his head, his face was already undesirable, like a child bride who suffered humiliation and did not want to live.

The Scenic Burial is indeed a Scenic Burial.

"After the ceremony, enter the bridal chamber!" Although he repeatedly reminded himself not to be indecisive, seeing his expression, Lu Wenfu still couldn't bear it and directly winked at the disciples and sent Shangguan Qingxue and Master Yijie into the bridal chamber.

Then, the banquet began, and the guests went to the back hall to attend the seat, and the noisy hall became much quieter.

"No, I have to save my master." Ye Wuse clenched his fists and said with a firm look on his face.

"It's not good, the ancients said that it would be better to demolish a temple than to destroy a relative. Such a bad marriage is very hated." Tang Junhou said hesitantly.

He was kissed by Luo Enen once, and was embarrassed in public. He was very taboo about such bad marriages.

"Master is as kind as a mountain to me, how can I watch him suffer?" Ye Wuse said gritting his teeth without caring about what he was thinking.

At this moment, Tang Junhou had nothing to say. What a great marriage, he could see clearly just now. Master Yijie's forehead was blushed when he was in the ceremony. If he hadn't been unable to move due to his cultivation, he would probably have hit him to death.

Thinking of the bruises on Master Yijie's forehead and the sadness that looked desperate, let alone Tang Junhou, Gu Fenghua and others felt sad.

Thinking about how mighty and majestic he was when he first met Master Yijie. Even when facing a top-notch man like Changsun Luocang, he was still full of energy and sweeping thousands of miles away. But now he fell into Shangguan Qingxue's hands, it was like a mouse falling into a cat's claw, so pitiful, so helpless, and so miserable.

If they can, they also want to do their best to save him from dire straits.

However, thinking about Shangguan Qingxue's strength, the few of them were secretly scared.

Although she used to expel the Haochen Heavenly Seal, the natal artifact of the Haochen Lord Envoy, and no one could tell what her own strength was, even Ling Xuanxin, the dignified King Envoy, mentioned her strength, said, "Of course she is not as good as us." It is not difficult to see from this cautious wording that even if she can't compare with her, the difference is probably not too far.

Not to mention Gu Fenghua, the first-class Emperor Saint, Ye Wuse, Bai Fatty, Luo Enen, these ninth-class Tiansheng, even if Ye Yunji, Moyun's Three Saints, and Fang Yunsong, it would probably be a big deal to save someone from her.

"Can we really save Master Yijie?" Fatty white pondered for a moment and said cautiously.

"Master is as kind as a mountain to me. No matter what, I will give it a try." Ye Wuse said firmly.

Thinking about how lonely and helpless he was when he first arrived at Wuji Shengtian. If it weren't for Master Yijie, how could he have the current cultivation level, and how could he meet Gu Fenghua and others again?

Even though he knew that there was little hope of saving Master Yijie from the fire pit, he had to try his best, otherwise he would not be able to forgive himself in his entire life.

"Okay, then let's give it a try. Even if it fails, I think Senior Shangguan's sincere heart would not make things too difficult for us." Seeing that Ye Wuse had made up his mind, Gu Fenghua stopped persuading him.

For each other, they can all sacrifice their lives, so how could they stand by and watch Ye Wuse take risks alone at this time?
Chapter completed!