"What do you mean by this?" Feeling his entire body being bound in place, as if shackled with heavy chains, Zhang Xuan's face darkened.
He would have understood it if Zhan shi had refused to lend him any grade-9 formation flags, but what did the latter mean by making a move on him?
"The First Elder of the Zhang Clan, Zhang Wuheng, has sent a message over, requesting for the Sanctum of Sages to hand you over for wreaking havoc in their territory. I thought that there might be some misunderstandings, but since you have admitted to it, I'm afraid that it's our responsibility to hand you over to the Zhang Clan to face the consequences for your actions," Zhan shi said.
