"Daoist Wanzai, you are not the one who can make a decision on this matter. Please, take me to see your Sect Master," Zilian Immortal said, gazing at Zhang Wanzai with a particular meaning in his eyes.
Zhang Wanzai's expression stiffened, but he still cupped his fist and said, "In that case, please wait a moment, Zilian Immortal!"
As he spoke, Zhang Wanzai did not use a Communication Talisman to pass on the message. Instead, he walked directly toward the Inner Sect's main hall.
A Proud Son of Heaven has his pride. If you don't show me respect, then you can just wait!
Zilian Immortal showed no trace of anger, standing indifferently outside the Teleportation Array.
The disciples of the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion watched from afar, the joy on their faces having vanished.
"Bringing five Proud Sons of Heaven to spar with our Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion... I fear their intentions are not friendly."
