"What is that?"
Ling Chen narrowed his eyes as he gazed into the distance at the group of people. Their number was considerable, and they were all dressed in black robes. Faintly, an ominous fluctuation emanated from their bodies, drawing much attention from others.
"They're from Sichuan Tangmen," Ling Xue said softly.
"Tang Sect, they've come too."
Ling Chen's pupils slightly contracted. He was certainly well-acquainted with Tang Sect's people. Back in Yi Zhou, due to the Sword Immortal Poetry, he was chased relentlessly by them, fleeing from Yi Zhou to Jingzhou. If the Human Emperor hadn't intervened and defeated Tang Sect's Third Elder, they probably wouldn't have given up so easily.
"Do you see the guy at the forefront? If I'm not mistaken, he should be the most outstanding among the younger generation of Tang Sect, Little Puppet King, Tang Haotian."
