"This isn't something we discuss!"
Huang Shiwo sneered.
He stopped looking at the corpse on the ground and rose to his feet. Qiu Tianshui and the others followed suit. The heavy rain continued to fall, but for Golden Core cultivators, it was of no consequence. Wherever they walked, the sea of fire parted before them.
So what if Wangxian Ridge burned down? What does that have to do with the Primordial Sect?
"At most, they drove off Xiao Chan and then took a bite out of the Ye Clan. Weren't you in such a rush to get here so you could have a taste, too?"
Huang Shiwo glanced at Duobao.
This 'acting' Sect Leader's intentions were practically written all over his face.
