Long Fei listened with a furrowed brow—he had heard of the Divine Sword Sect before.
Last time, that Zhou Canghai who was dubbed 'the sword without blood' was a secular disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.
This time, He Hongtao had really splurged, inviting this ancient martial sect over.
An ancient martial sect and ancient martial arts families are not the same; a sect's influence is naturally much greater than a family's.
He curled the corner of his mouth, laughing mockingly at himself, "It seems, they aren't very welcoming of me, are they?"
At dawn, the music and drumming outside were deafening.
Long Fei opened the door to take a look and saw a young man arriving, whom He Hongtao was greeting with great ceremony.
The man was tall, with handsome features, but there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
A girl stood behind him, holding a longsword.
The scabbard was quite ostentatious, adorned with large red jewels and crafted with gold in a filigree design.
