The wind and rain persisted. Li Fan led the horse step by step, with more and more onlookers gathering, yet no one dared to move.
Just the name of Li Mountain was enough to intimidate the Cui Family.
If a Li Mountain disciple had arrived in Chuzhou, could there be a Great Sword Cultivator from Li Mountain present?
No one knew.
Guided by his perception, Li Fan walked step by step toward an area exuding a powerful and intense pressure. He arrived before a grand hall, and strong individuals started stepping out onto the stairs in front.
At the forefront was a dignified old man, accompanied by a middle-aged man. The two walked forward slowly, standing on the stairs, their eyes fixed on Li Fan.
"Why does a Li Mountain disciple come to my Cui Family?" the old man asked, looking at Li Fan. His name was Cui Mu, the head of the Cui Family, though he seldom appeared in public and rarely handled affairs now.
