"Presumptuous! Who are you, daring to come to my Lingxin Sect and harm people?"
The elderly man in a black Tang suit strode over with rapid steps, angrily pointing at Chen Yang as he reprimanded loudly.
This elder possessed formidable strength, his mere words carrying an overwhelming force.
If an ordinary cultivator were present, they might be too terrified to stand steadily, shaken by just this one shout.
However, such an aura did not affect Chen Yang much, and with a wave of his hand, this atmosphere dissipated.
The elder was imposing, while Gu Xuanyu stood aside with a playful expression, seemingly watching a joke.
The other person was the same.
"I have no intention of being enemies with your Lingxin Sect, I've come just to take my friend away." Chen Yang replied calmly, neither arrogant nor humble.
The elder was strong, he could feel it.
But if the other party wanted to spark conflict, he certainly wouldn't retreat.
