The Second Senior Brother, wearing a light blue mask, with jet-black hair and a slender frame, was now turning his head and giving Mo Yunshen a sidelong glance, scrutinizing the expression on Mo Yunshen's face.
"Look," said the eldest senior brother, "the junior brother has been scared."
"It's the Eastern Alliance! The headquarters of the Eastern Alliance!"
Mo Yunshen's voice had a hint of shock:
"You set fire to the Eastern Alliance! The Alliance Hierarch of the Eastern Alliance is a Taiyi Golden Immortal! He!"
"Junior brother, stay calm."
These two brothers said indifferently:
"Who said it was us who started the fire?"
"I merely gave the venerable one a jar of Primeval Fire; it was he who arranged this matter."
"The venerable one?"
Mo Yunshen paced back and forth, several times opening his mouth to speak and then stopping, still couldn't help but sigh:
