Wang Jixuan let out an "oh," his voice reverberating to the limits of his immortal sense:
"So it's because the Dark Sect is intimidated by the prestige of the Sword God Palace and willingly backs down to seek a compromise?"
Many immortal senses from around the world converged here.
Even some curious onlookers directly rode the clouds to the high altitude to gaze in this direction, or used some remote observation magic to focus on the 'major event' happening over here.
Zhi Hui's smile remained unchanged, but her gaze grew sharper.
She chuckled, "Wang Dao You, such a little trick is not very becoming."
"More witnesses will help make sure more people understand the Dark Sect's mode of operation and prevent more from being deceived."
Wang Jixuan spoke loudly:
"May I ask Vice Sect Leader Zhi Hui... did we meet six hundred thousand years ago?"
Zhi Hui was obviously taken aback.
