As Ling Xudu pondered in secret, his expression inexplicably changed when an old man dressed in black and white Taoist robes hurried over.
"Elder Mo Qiuyong from Jianxie Sect begs to see the revered Ling Xudu," the elder stood dozens of meters away, bowing deeply.
"What brings you here, Taoist friend?" Ling Xudu's voice floated as if coming from all directions, and although he stood not far off, the elder felt as if he were in fog, the figure seeming both real and illusory.
"I have come for the everlasting future of Jianxie Sect, and for the interests of the Sect in the Northern Region."
"Jianxie Sect, willing to be the cutting edge for Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect in the Northern Region, to sweep away the unworthy."
"If the Sect needs Jianxie Sect to be the wedge in the Northern Region, Jianxie Sect needs the Sect to strike down the man at the foot of the mountain."
With a grit of his teeth, the third elder got straight to the point and made his request.
