"May I ask ... How should I address you?"
"Li!"
"Mountain chieftain li!" "Wait!" Tang Hao shouted.
This mountain chieftain li appeared to be in his fifties. He was dressed in a white robe and had a refined bearing. Judging from his aura, he was only at the level of beheading one, just like the Guardians of those great sects and titled aristocratic families.
"Mountain chieftain li, what brings you here?"
Tang Hao said.
He was curious. The ancient Saint mountain was mysterious. It was usually closed and only opened once in a while. The great ensemble was also hosted by the ancient Saint mountain.
Back then, he had razed the first continent's various great sects and titled aristocratic families to the ground, but the ancient sacred mountain had not appeared. Why was he here today?
