“Oh? It’s quite lively.”Meng Jingtian opened his eyes and looked down at the grand scene below his feet as he muttered.
His voice wasn’t loud, but there weren’t many weaklings present. All of them heard it.
Everyone was speechless. It was quite lively?
This was clearly incomparably grand and lively, alright?
“It’s that chair!”On the stage, the youth wearing a bright yellow dragon robe glared and said angrily.
The sect master of the Heavenly Fire Sect, who was sitting high up in the main seat, could not help but move, his expression displeased.
He raised his hand and waved his sleeve, and a powerful and fierce strength came straight at Meng Jingtian.
Meng Jingtian did not move. That fierce strength had just approached him when it was dissolved and absorbed.
Meng Jingtian ignored the dense crowd below, who were like ants, and his gaze fell on a table next to the seat of the sect master of the Heavenly Fire Sect.
