"What is the Ink Pavilion?" Ye Luo couldn't help but ask.
"The Ink Pavilion is a force that has been passed down in the Martial Realm for ten thousand years, specializing in assassination. It is extremely mysterious and unpredictable. They possess a special cultivation method that allows them to hide their presence, rendering them undetectable even to the strongest of experts."
"I once encountered a master from the Ink Pavilion and recognized the aura he carried. The aura of these three chaps is somewhat similar to his, yet not exactly the same. It's quite strange!"
Ao Long said indifferently.
Ye Luo's eyes stared at the three men, with a cold gleam flashing in them.
"Who sent you three here?"
Ye Luo spat out coldly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
