"Damn it, why isn't this old turtle dead yet!"
The first Core Formation Cultivator from Li Huo Palace with the surname Huang looked aggrieved. His Spirit Beast was most sensitive to auras, and this old thing had wandered outside the Sect several times.
It even disappeared several times, and he thought that the old turtle had left, but who would have thought it would suddenly appear again after a couple of months.
"Master Lu is probably hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity. We can't lose our composure."
"Humph! Does he really think that a dying man can save this situation? Profound Sound Pavilion is already at its end; we can just wait a few more years."
Meanwhile, the three Core Formation Cultivators from the Divine Sword Sect secretly felt fortunate that they hadn't been calling Master Lu names, avoiding any serious offense.
