The next day, at the Inner Sect square of the Xuanyuan Immortal Sect.
When Qin Tian arrived here to meet up with the other four, the four of them were already there.
"Out of the five of us, you're the one with the least seniority, and yet you're the last to show up! Hmph, utterly presumptuous!"
As soon as Qin Tian arrived, one Qingyi-clothed man immediately frowned at him.
The man had a square face and sword-like brows reaching his temples. He looked young at first glance, but the lines around his eyes betrayed him—at least two hundred years old.
Judging by the way the other three looked at this Qingyi man, there was no doubt that this arrogant bastard was naturally Mo Ziyang's disciple, Lu Tianlin.
Nice, giving Qin Tian a slap in the face right off the bat. Really making a show of it.
