"The Medicine King Hall competition is about to begin, and you come to me now. Just to tell me this?"
Wang Chongyang snorted twice coldly, not believing that this Zhang Sanfeng was anything good.
The two major Chinese Medicine Families have always had a strained relationship.
The purpose of coming to Dragon City's Medicine King Hall is nothing but to grab some empty fame.
Of the four major Chinese Medicine Families, who would end up last? Who wouldn't want to seize this opportunity to boost their own reputation?
"Heh heh, old Wang, the Divine Needle Sect should be centered around the Divine Needle, right?"
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng casually found a place to sit with the two young men he brought, smiling broadly.
"Why are you asking this?" Wang Chongyang asked cautiously, on guard.
