The name of the Human Immortal Temple's master might have been unnoticed before, but ever since a Spirit General from a subsidiary sect of the Western Sect was slain by him, no one dares to underestimate this title.
After all, that was a Spirit General.....
In an instant, the two faced a formidable enemy, naturally scattering, subtly confronting the arriving Zhang Rongfang from two angles.
Two auras simultaneously locked onto him from two directions.
Snow was falling heavily. The three stood still, and Zhang Rongfang's last words slowly echoed around them.
The cold wind blew, lifting the blood-red Taoist robe on Zhang Rongfang.
He scanned the two with his eyes and smiled again.
"Since neither of you speaks, it means you agree."
"Is the Temple Master really intending to ignore the goodwill of my Solitary Crane Academy?" Chang Xueyi said slowly and heavily.
