In the backdrop of this purple aura, Sect Master Shen still had some face.
It was mainly because Elder Xuan Qing had sent a streak of purple qi as a gift.
Within the Nan Hong Seven Sons, only he could take out such an item, the other direct disciples, even if they had a heavenly palace, could not produce it, let alone be willing to give it to someone else.
Elder Yang was just an outer sect elder; in front of this streak of purple qi, even if he was turned inside out, he couldn't produce a presentable gift.
"Don't make a sound, hurry back."
"This is courting death."
Elder Yang, dragging Yan Wencheng, skulked back into the great hall, dispirited.
The Nanyang Sect is surely not in the habit of producing freaks of nature.
Elder Xuan Qing had dominated his peers for tens of thousands of years, leaving the Baiyu Capital Cultivators in unspeakable shame.
