Daring to act so recklessly in the territory of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, one must either have deep-seated hatred or possess overwhelming strength.
No matter which kind of trouble it was, it wasn't something the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance should have to endure.
"I know him."
Shen Yi nodded and turned to walk towards the edge of the floating island.
A few attendants of the Nanyang Sect, after a moment of stupor, spoke up one after another, "Senior Shen, please don't act rashly!"
They were not greenhorns fresh out of the nest.
Although they were not as thorough in their thinking as Wen Qiujin had been, they could still guess a thing or two.
With the protection of a formation on this island, the best choice would be to call for reinforcements from the sect. There was absolutely no need to fight over a moment of anger.
Even if the Dragon Palace itself came, could they really afford not to give Nanyang Sect some face?
"Senior Shen?"
