"Infinite Celestial Venerable, may I ask what the purpose of this is?"
Zhang Rongfang clasped his hands according to the standard Daoist etiquette towards the man in front.
"Daoist, there's something we need you to come with us for." The leading man rubbed his nose and smiled.
"This... without explaining your reason, you want me to go with you, I'm afraid..."
Zhang Rongfang lowered his hand, showing a troubled expression.
"Your name is Zhang Rongfang, isn't it?" the leading man asked.
"Indeed."
"Then that's right. Get him!" The leading man suddenly waved his hand.
Two groups of people, nearly ten in total, charged forward simultaneously.
In an instant, Zhang Rongfang was surrounded both front and back.
Further back, not far away, another person stood by the wall, watching with a calm expression.
This man's knuckles were large, his hands dark, with a slightly inverted triangular physique. He was Iron Mouth Crane Chen He, one of Mi Gang's two great masters.
