Ye Xuan looked around. Seeing that no one answered, the sneer curve on his lips gradually deepened. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first. Don't come to me for such things again. If you're not satisfied, you can sign a new treaty with the demonic beasts."
These words were a little impolite, but it was the truth. However, those sect masters and elders felt a little embarrassed. When had they ever been ignored by a junior?
The great elder of the Misty Illusory Manor was still a little unwilling. "Wait a moment."
"Swish!"
There was a faint buzzing sound in the air. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Jianming stroking the sword on his waist.
He looked up at him with a faint smile and said casually, "Do you think there's no one in the Sword Sect? Or do you think I'm joking?"
