The red sedan chair was luxurious and majestic, surrounded by a glowing aura as it swiftly flew through the air, steady and incredibly fast.
The master of the sedan chair had not shown himself, yet his imposing presence had already spread out. Centered around him, two lines of servants waited upon him, each dressed uniformly in maroon-colored strong suits, exuding an extraordinary bearing.
Besides this sedan chair, from all directions, gathered about twenty or thirty real people dressed in Taoist robes. Each of them possessed Profound Mystery cultivation bases, and all their gazes were focused on Pang Feng, their eyes revealing that they were clearly sweating bullets for him.
"What's the matter? Can't you speak? Since you dare to kill people here, why don't you have the courage to speak?" From inside the sedan, that low and haughty voice sounded once again.
