"Even if this is an error, I can correct it."
The bee insect suddenly spoke in human tongue, instantly drawing the attention of all eyes.
"Brother!"
Pang Lin's face lit up with surprising radiance as she turned to the golden bee insect and asked, "Where are you?"
"Pang Jian!"
Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Yao Junhong, three elders of the Sword Tower, called out in unison.
A window on the lowest level of the Sword Tower suddenly flung open.
The fat old man, the thin old man, and the sword spirit known as Mrs. Feng all revealed their clearly defined soul shadows, all gazing intently at that bee insect.
Wu Sujin's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder as she quickly explained to Wang Beihong, Huang Yun, and other elders of the Pure Land, "That's Pang Jian's voice, he's observing us through this bee insect!"
The cultivators from the Pure Land were shaken to the core.
The name Pang Jian was now known throughout the world, with many of his exploits widely circulated.
