'Tsk.'
Mo Rong clicked his tongue as he clasped his fist towards the Second Elder.
"Old man Dousan, you are still the same. Speaking in a manner unbefitting of an elder."
Mo Rong replied to Second elder's taunt and then closed his eyes.
Second Elder grinned but that grin soon turned into a gentle smile as he looked at Zhao Luo.
"Looks like it's just us."
The third elder said who was sitting on the right while leaving a seat empty between him and the Sect Leader.
The empty seat on the Sect Leader's right was for the First Elder.
"I invited the others too. I understand why the 'First' didn't come but the others too...Sigh~"
The Second Elder who was seated on the left seat of the Sect Leader said while showing his disappointment.
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A day before the tournament, Second Elder, Elder Dousan had invited the Sect Leader and the nine elders while promising that a surprise would be waiting for them.
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