Red Fan Venerable's complexion was already poor, and now, with Feng Piaoxu's words, it became even more unsightly.
"Pavilion Master Feng, do you really think that a power which has stood for countless years in the world of immortal cultivation could be brought down just because someone says so?"
Since Feng Piaoxu had decided not to give him face, he simply stopped concealing his thoughts, making his point clear.
"You are now comparable in combat power to a fourth-stage Loose Immortal, but if you had no reservations, you would have made a move against me already, wouldn't you? Why else would you use soft power to push back my momentum?"
"If you have reservations, do others not?"
Red Fan Venerable sneered.
With a glance, the "others" he mentioned naturally referred to Ye Xiao.
