"You... are definitely not disciples of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion." Xie Long struggled to stand up, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
"How do you know?" Gu Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint killing intent flashing through his eyes.
Currently, the demonic race from the outer realm had secretly infiltrated the Eastern Continent. Although the situation on the continent seemed calm on the surface, this storm was bound to rise sooner or later. If his identity was exposed at this time, the sects and factions that had a grudge with him would definitely not let him off. However, he would definitely not surrender. When that time came, the situation would be chaotic, he would naturally give the demonic clan from the outer realm a chance to take advantage of him.
Considering the severity of the conflict between the human race and the demonic race from the outer realm, the grudge between him and those first-rate factions was not worth mentioning.
