Owen Bertram stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the golden lights constantly flying out of the Broken-Star Sect's forest, then he patted Nathan Lane's shoulder: "You see, the opportunity has come, hasn't it?"
Nathan Lane always felt uneasy: "Jamal... Are you sure the powerful experts who were guarding the place have left?"
Owen Bertram shook his head: "Of course I'm not sure. I can barely discern the cultivation level of three to five people from a distance, but how can I tell with so many people?"
Nathan Lane was speechless: "What if there are still strong experts in the Fourth Great Realm..."
"So what if they are?" Owen Bertram said with a smile: "I'll block the experts from the Fourth Great Realm, and as long as there's one more person, we can plunder the Broken-Star Sect. This time, we must rob them of their strength so that they won't recover for hundreds of years!"
