"I'm more curious as to why he won't put the spirit plates into his storage bag but chose to hold them in his hand."
A sneer appeared on the lips of a young man sitting next to the red-robed man among the ten something sect elders. He spoke with a smile, but it was filled with a chilling air.
"Haha, since all of you don't think he'll be of any good, I'll have the right to choose him first." The blue-robed scholar smiled and lifted his right hand to point at the crystal. Su Ming's picture immediately floated out and levitated in front of him.
The instant the scholar extracted the picture belonging to Su Ming, the ground in the pictures around his instantly shuddered and roared. From a distance, around a dozen figures charged towards him.
