Ximen Huai De even imagined a scene where his side's myriad of beasts charged invincibly, with no force under the heavens daring to face them.
This merit would all be his own.
Could he possibly make a sprint for the position of family head?
"How much farther?"
"It's just ahead."
The mustachioed man's face remained indifferent, displaying no enthusiasm, no matter how Ximen Huai De and Ximen Huai Rou tried to cozy up to him; his reactions were tepid, an air of indifference.
This response caused the Ximen brothers to feel secretly resentful.
The mustachioed man was really too disrespectful; had it not been for the need of his guidance at this moment, they would have already subdued him by force.
Once they met the master and confirmed a few things, Master Ling would certainly be under control, and this so-called master's guard, the mustachioed man, would no longer be necessary.
