"Again!"
Yan Dong, his hair disheveled, walked into the great hall carrying the broken half of his Long Sword. His previous arrogance was completely gone.
He glared fixedly at Bai Yuan.
He was convinced that if not for his carelessness, he never would have lost so quickly.
Now, all he wanted was a proper rematch with Bai Yuan to wash away his shame.
"Yan Dong, stand down."
The middle-aged, dark-skinned Taoist barked.
Yan Dong, who moments ago had been defiant and frenzied, instantly fell silent, as if he'd been choked.
This scene startled everyone from the Divine Mansion Sect.
'This dark-skinned Taoist's status must be extraordinary, or Yan Dong wouldn't be so afraid of him.'
"Yes, Senior Brother Kaiyang."
When Ge Zhen heard the name "Kaiyang," the shock on his face was impossible to hide.
"So this is the Longevity Palace's Kaiyang Taoist?!"
Hearing Ge Zhen utter the name 'Kaiyang Taoist,' Ruan Xiuluan also looked shocked.
