"Where is Sect Master Baiyao?" Ning Fan, back in his white robe, asked indifferently.
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an icy chill.
After all, he had just wiped out the entire army of seventy thousand Green Scarf Bandits with a wave of his hand!
"Junior is here, not knowing what command the Senior has?" Sect Master Baiyao stepped forward nervously, bowing and cupping his hands.
"Refine the flesh and blood essence of seventy thousand Green Scarf Bandits, organize all the spoils of war and hand them over to me."
"Yes!"
"I want to enter the Ziwei Pool, and I prefer not to be disturbed by anyone."
"Yes!"
Ning Fan had no interest in personally overseeing battlefield cleanup.
His figure descended beside the Ziwei Pool, walking step by step toward the thatched hut.
Outside the thatched hut, Ning Fan paused his steps without pushing the door open.
He could sense that his arrival had caused quite a stir within the hut.
"May I come in?"
