Li Tian had devoured the power of The White Tiger, which was the true treasure of the sect. If he died, this treasure would be gone.
Chen Xiao understood this, so he was extremely angry. His burning gaze almost pierced two holes in Li Tian.
He could also see clearly that Li Tiantian's talent was not ordinary, but this person did not belong to the mausoleum Pavilion at all. He was like a passer-by who would never really stop here.
Therefore, he was extremely interested in Li Tian. He wanted to know what the young man's purpose was. He didn't expect that this would be the end result.
The hunchbacked old man looked at Li Tian. He didn't say anything, but Li Tian understood what he meant.
"Senior, disciple's friend is still waiting. I can't stay any longer." Li Tian raised his hand and said.
