Many would overlook Duobao's strength because of his appearance. For him to have been so arrogant and domineering for so long, his power was naturally self-evident.
Moreover, no one could have possibly imagined that he was also a Sword Cultivator.
The Golden Core Cultivators who had planned to retreat all subconsciously stopped in their tracks. One had to pay respects when encountering a powerful expert; while the expert might not remember those who did, they would surely remember those who didn't.
But in that moment, was there anyone else in Duobao's eyes?
"Tributor Chen, how did the mission go?"
The night wind billowed Duobao's long robes as he stared quietly at Chen Che. An invisible pressure, like a great mountain, weighed down on everyone present.
"The mission failed. Yu Zhen, Fan Sulan, and Guang Hui inexplicably turned traitor at the last moment. Everyone descended into infighting, Xiao Chan escaped in the chaos, and I'm the only one who survived."
