"It seems we have reached a draw today."
At the same time, Taoist Qiu walked over from Juxian Tower, stepping through the air as if on an invisible bridge.
Where he passed, a group of merchants bowed and lowered their gaze, and the previously noisy scene suddenly became much quieter.
An Elder from the Secret Realm, in terms of both strength and influence, was not someone these common Black Market merchants could afford to offend.
While some people dared to shout and holler in front of Pei Haibing, in the presence of Taoist Qiu, not a single person raised their voice.
"Hmph, Taoist Qiu, why don't we compare the number of Alien Ghosts our disciples have killed? This would be a better reflection of our ability to teach."
Yi Jingu, with a dragon's stride and a tiger's bearing, leaped down and, seeing such a result, his eyes turned particularly ferocious.
