Martial Soul Holy Palace.
"Elder Zhuchenxin?"
Inside the grand hall, Ancient Profound Venerable furrowed his brows slightly, wondering why Zhuchenxin suddenly came to the Martial Soul Holy Palace.
"Hmph! Not seeing him!" Nangong Xuan shouted angrily, recalling the Demon Clan's refusal to ally, which filled him with anger.
The Third Elder gritted his teeth and exclaimed furiously, "What's that old man coming here for again?"
"Elder, Elder Zhuchenxin seems to have something very important, extremely urgent." The disciple said respectfully.
Nangong Xuan's old face turned extremely grim, and he shouted angrily, "Tell him to get lost! Get lost!"
"Yes!" The disciple was frightened and immediately withdrew from the hall.
Outside the hall, Zhuchenxin had already heard Nangong Xuan's angry shouts, and could only manage a helpless bitter smile.
"Elder Zhuchenxin, I'm really sorry, Elder Nangong Xuan he..." The disciple came out, his face full of embarrassment.
