Aspiring to the Immortal Path Chapter 702: Demotion

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The garden of Clear Pavilion.

Xu Miaoran stood in the center, and around her were the disciples of the All-Talent Society and Bei Canghan's group.

Everyone was looking at Xu Miaoran, their eyes all conveying the same question: What do we do now?

Xu Miaoran suddenly felt panic.

Before this, she had been working hard to build up her own faction so that she would be surrounded by people, but never had it been like this, and Xu Miaoran felt a deep sense of terror.

This terror didn't come from only the threat presented by Sang Hongmei, but also all those expectant gazes.

Everyone was waiting for her to come up with a plan. Every leader had to possess the self-awareness for this.

Money could bring people together, but only daring and resolve could prove that a leader had value.

At that moment, Xu Miaoran knew that she couldn't panic, couldn't lose her head.

If she lost control of herself, the All-Talent Society would lose heart, and all of the prestige she had built up would vanish.

No matter what happened, she had to remain composed.

Because she was the leader, the backbone of the group!

Xu Miaoran took in a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She emptied her mind as much as possible, pushing aside all her worries so that her mind could settle down and focus.

Countless scenes flashed before her eyes—Sang Hongmei's smug and savage smile, and all the possibilities that might transpire…

Xu Miaoran silently thought, saying nothing.

A disciple lost his composure and shouted, "President!"

Bei Canghan pulled on him and shook his head. "Give her some time."

All the Basking Moon Sect disciples put a finger to their mouth and made a "shush" gesture.

The place became eerily quiet.

Xu Miaoran's chest rose and fell.

She took big breaths as she racked her mind.

Her panicked eyes began to calm down in this rare moment of silence, and slowly, they began to glow.

She said, "Sang Hongmei is the hall master of the internal affairs hall, yet without caring

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