"Sect Master, should we go over?"
Against the backdrop of blaring police sirens.
On the hill, a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe looked at the silver-haired elder beside him and asked.
"We have no choice but to go!"
His gaze was locked on the pavilion.
The Penglai Sect Master smiled wryly.
If it were the Six Paths in action, he wouldn't even bother with Qin Fan.
After all, how could he, a mere mortal ant, beckon him over? What kind of precedent would that set?
But with the Six Paths making a move and Qin Fan's tremendous strength in resisting the Ninth Layer's Heavenly Punishment Thunder, the displayed power had utterly stunned him.
If they didn't go, would this anomaly, who viewed the hidden world sects as mere ants, hold a grudge?
Wouldn't a disagreement easily result in that sword-wielding middle-aged man launching an attack on them?
