"Ha, now you know fear." The old man sneered and thought to himself.
But looking at Qin Yuesheng's eyes, he still said, "Our White Lotus Saint Sect rides rampant in Jiangnan, and will inevitably become the ruler of this region in the future. If you kill me, the Soul Lamp within the sect will extinguish, then the sect's top experts will rush out, and even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't survive."
"Since when did Jiangnan have an organization like the White Lotus Saint Sect?" Qin Yuesheng wondered.
Since stepping into the martial path, he had learned a lot about Jiangnan's martial arts scene. He was familiar with almost all the famous martial forces, but he had never heard of the White Lotus Saint Sect, and the name "Saint Sect" seemed excessively intimidating.
Seeing Qin Yuesheng hesitate, the old man's right hand flickered, and a large centipede crawled out from his sleeve. He thought his move was subtle, but Qin Yuesheng had already noticed it.
