Malcolm Gill glanced at Nelson Rice and said with a smile, "Sure, no problem, it's all voluntary. If Master Nelson Rice is willing to rob the disciples of their chances, then there's nothing I can do about it."
Nelson Rice snorted coldly, "Don't give me those useless talks, who knows what schemes your Taixu Sect is up to?"
"Ah, Nelson, that's where you're wrong."
Cliff Simmons snorted coldly, "The secret realm belongs to the Taixu Sect, it's already generous of them to let us in. How can you suspect them of having ulterior motives?"
"Go away, you're always butting in everywhere."
Nelson Rice glared at him coldly and scoffed, "If Malcolm Gill could open the secret realm himself, would he invite us over? Brainless fool."
Cliff Simmons's face turned cold as he said with an icy voice, "Nelson, are you looking for death?"
"Enough!"
Malcolm Gill spoke with a cold face, "If you want to quarrel, go outside. Don't delay everyone's entry into the secret realm."
