"Tsk, it seems we're late", the Elder clicked his tongue as he didn't see Disciples of the Ember Palm Pavilion anywhere, and the group were traveling to the Silver Wing City, not from it, "Haa~... what a waste of time. Alright, let's deal with these and-..."
Wu Long took a step forward, and a large crimson saber, the Blood Drinker, that once belonged to the Blood Demon of the Wood Spirit Continent appeared in his left hand.
"Hah! Laughable", the Elder didn't bat an eye, only slightly annoyed at being interrupted mid-sentence, his Spiritual Qi growing in crystal-like shapes, forming a small shield-like structure that floated not far from the back of his palm, which he then used to deflect the attack.
