The swift action of the young man in the ink robe was chilling to the spectators.
And then there was his youthful appearance.
Could such a talent possibly come from a declining sect?
Even when compared with the other exceptional individuals among Nan Hong Seven Sons, he did not fall short in the slightest.
"Reporting to the Immortal!"
Just then, the elderly man from Qinghai Prefecture who had argued with Yang Lin earlier stepped forward again, kneeling in deep respect, "We who dwell in Nan Hong, supported and protected by the seven great Immortal Sects, heard of this sudden calamity and could not calm our troubled hearts, a natural human reaction. Furthermore, I was deceived by Yang Lin, and I hope the Immortal will grant us a chance to redeem ourselves."
"We will dedicate ourselves wholeheartedly to share the worries of our Sect!"
"Hiss."
Several elders of the Chen family glanced over in silence.
They wondered if something was wrong with this man's head.
