"The Primordial Mountains!"
The clan leaders of the Seven Tribes of the East Sea also had a slight change in their expressions.
Why did they suddenly appear?
"What are you here for?"
Clan Leader Zhuo asked grimly.
"Patriarch Zhuo, we know your family was annihilated, and the rage in your heart is hard to suppress. However, I'm afraid you'll need to restrain your anger for now."
A tall, skinny figure on the left suddenly spoke with a smile.
"What do you mean? Do you two envoys also want to meddle in this affair?"
Clan Leader Zhuo's voice instantly turned cold, and his aura surged, becoming unfathomable.
"Hehe, we naturally do not come to meddle in mundane affairs. The reason we are here to stop you is under the command of the Ancient Sage, who wants to summon everyone. All Nirvana-level experts must gather at the Primordial Mountains, and you are to depart officially in two days. Therefore, your revenge cannot be carried out."
The tall, skinny figure said with a chuckle.
