RUMBLE—
From within Earth Demon Cliff, Huan sensed the aura of the Golden Soul Sect's Sect Leader. He summoned his Dharma Aspect—a colossal, towering figure. Holding a Magic Staff, it stared at the newly arrived Non-Birth.
He could not leave Earth Demon Cliff. Even his attacks would dissipate the moment they left its confines, so all he could do was watch quietly.
Whether it was to back up Yang An or to see what tricks this Non-Birth fellow was up to, he had every reason to stand there and observe.
Noticing Huan's appearance, Non-Birth gave a slight smile. He turned and offered a deep bow toward Huan, who was within Earth Demon Cliff.
Was there a grudge between them? The concept was actually quite vague.
If one were to be particular about it, Yang An initially had no quarrel with the Golden Soul Sect. He had never even had any significant dealings with them.
