"Why isn't there a reception for guests? What's the reason for this?"
Shi Xiaole asked with a smile.
If it were anyone else, although the guarding disciples wouldn't speak out to scold, they would feel impatient in their hearts. However, for some reason, there seemed to be a strange magic about this young man in green clothes, making one unable and even fearful to ignore his question.
One male disciple puffed up his chest, proudly saying, "Isn't it all because of the great estate master? Haven't you seen the Martial World gather? In this tripartite great war, the contribution made by the great estate master to the victory was second only to the three venerable figures of the wind and dust. Many important figures want to meet the great estate master, but the estate master is indifferent to fame and gain, and it isn't as if they can see him whenever they wish!"
Now, Shi Xiaole wasn't just the simple leader of Nine Heavens Mountain, but rather a totem, a spirit, and a belief.
