"We humble cultivators of the far seas had no intention of disturbing the envoy of the Immortal Sect. We beg the senior's forgiveness..."
Seeing the expressions of his fellow Guest Elders were all amiss, as though they wished they could devour him alive, he quickly held himself back. Li Xuanfeng gave him a glance and said coldly,
"Go back and relay a message to Situ Mo."
"If he dares to take half a step off the island, I'll shoot his head off and kick it around like a ball."
The Guest Elder meekly acknowledged, realizing this was a struggle between Immortal Sects. Being an insignificant cultivator from overseas, without strength or backing, all he could do was pass on the message. He didn't even dare to wipe off his sweat, but simply nodded,
"I understand... I understand..."
