"Why do we have to run?"
The young man by his side kept muttering in displeasure, but even after escaping four hundred li, the chairman of the Western Wastes branch of Myriad Gold Pavilion, Master Lang Zhenren, was still trembling all over.
As a Golden Core Master, he shouldn't have lost his composure like this, but today, after seeing all that had happened, his only thought was that it was all over!
Myriad Gold Pavilion, a power with footprints across the entire continent, had vast influence, and he, as the chairman of the Western Wastes' Myriad Gold Pavilion, had considerable clout. Even the leaders of the top four forces in the Western Wastes would have to be exceedingly polite upon meeting him.
But, when the Golden Cores swarmed out, he felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Don't talk, change clothes, let's hide first!"
