"Real Master of the Xuanyin Sect, you're interfering with our Shenyuan Peak's revenge. Are you trying to incite a war between the Human Race and the Demon Clan?" The Silver Ape followed the Zhao elderly woman's example and questioned loudly, its powerful voice echoing everywhere.
Master Ming Quan simply ignored it, as the horsetail whisk and bell in his hand emitted a brilliant light, determined to save the Corpse-Driving Sect from fiery peril.
But suddenly, he frowned, his expression turning solemn.
In the void, vague hostile auras locked onto him from afar, causing him concern and making him hesitant to exert his full strength.
"Fellow Daoist Ming Quan, the Human Race and Demon Clan have been at peace for thousands of years; today's matter must not ruin that."
"As cultivators of the Alliance Hierarch sect, we should consider the bigger picture."
"As the saying goes, grievances should be directed at their rightful owners; why involve ourselves in others' vengeance?"
