Xiao Han smiled, eyeing the two men, his expression somewhat playful.
"Infinite Venerable, please do not take action, let us talk this over peacefully. We are all cultivators from Xuan Country, why resort to infighting?" another voice rang out.
Two men, both young in appearance, one of them a handsome monk with his hands clasped together, exuding a majestic aura. He walked over, his body radiating a strong Buddhist aura.
The other was a young man carrying a long sword, his expression cold, yet there was an extraordinary aura about him, transcending the mundane.
Seeing them appear, Tang Xin and Meng Tianzheng exchanged glances and both stopped.
Xiao Han stood there, a faint smile on his face, which made Meng Tianzheng's heart shudder; for some reason, they had a bad feeling.
