Li Fan curled his lips, "Wow, just a little bit off and not worth mentioning... You really know how to blow your own trumpet...
But I suppose it makes sense. The Sect of the Dead has been hiding out for so many years, and since the demise of Taixuan, the cultivation methods have changed beyond recognition and aren't worth the effort and resources for Xuanmen to mobilize.
So why exactly did you get involved in this catastrophe? I really don't understand. What's the play here? Does Xuanmen actually need more demonic soldiers and zombie corpses? Is it really just for an outdated Taixuan scripture? Or for this Gate of Taixuan? Or is it for some other magic art?"
Liu Mingdao was about to speak but suddenly shut his mouth and turned his head to look aside.
Li Fan also turned his head and saw another disciple from Kong Sang Mountain, one of the nine who had previously fled, holding the Zhu Ming Divine Sword and standing at the mountain gate.
