Seeing Yang Tianchuan's eyes, casually sizing up Mr. Zhong and his representatives' faces, he calmly said, "It's been ten years since we last met. It seems everyone's courage has grown."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhong's face turned pale.
They knew this had started from autumn.
It was just that the pressure of having eliminated Ares had already existed. Faced with Yang Tian's question, they dared not speak up, kneeling with their heads down, incessantly praying.
Oh dear.
Soon, the Hanluo Taoist slowly stood among the various sect representatives, bowed slightly to Yang Chuan. "Mr. Yang, you can't blame me. Adults shouldn't dwell on minor faults of insignificant people, but rather preserve the face of routes and the identity of similar cultivators. What do you think?"
"Good! I'm a bit confused!
The Dragon Water Seal is like this."
"Please, Mr. Yang, do not argue with me."
After his long speech, others quickly apologized to Yang Chuan.
