Xiao Sha gave a slight bow and took his seat, while his disciples remained outside. He had come this time to gauge the situation. Celestial Heart Castle was his main competitor. In terms of raw power, Celestial Heart Castle was weaker than him, and Yang Molong was certainly no match. The problem was that old bastard, the Celestial Heart Ancestor, was still alive—a real headache.
Once Xiao Sha was seated, the lively atmosphere outside returned.
Zhan Wushuang couldn't help but exclaim in awe, "What an entrance! Such prestige! When will I ever have a day like this? Tsk, come on, Brother Wang, stop acting so cool. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."
Seeing Wang Meng's calm smile, Zhan Wushuang was convinced he was just putting on an act.
