"Nobody move!"
Though Guang Ming appeared to be all smiles, he was secretly sending a voice transmission to the group of Great Cultivators of Unity behind him, warning them not to make a move under any circumstances.
"Great Master Guang Ming?"
A flicker of change crossed Mu Huan's eyes. "The eleven of us are gathered here, and with your help, Great Master, why waste time on this person? We should just attack..."
The moment he heard this, Guang Ming's eye began to twitch. 'What does he mean, "with my help"? You idiots can go get yourselves killed, but don't you dare splash your damn blood on me! Eleven Great Cultivators of Unity? Is a Fake Foundation Establishment supposed to be impressive? If a real fight breaks out, even another eleven of you wouldn't be a match for this monster!'
His mind flashed back to the past.
