"Looking to claim territory?"
Inside the grand hall, there was a momentary silence, and then all the cultivators displayed peculiar smiles, part contemptuous, part mocking. No wonder this little monster suddenly barged into the meeting hall, first shamelessly babbling about reason, then openly questioning military merits. His ultimate motive was no different from Great Desolation Mountain, feeling that now the situation at Hundred Broken Mountain was settled, but he ended up empty-handed, running here to reason—the cultivators understood this feeling, but still felt...
"Absurd!"
In the hall, someone sneered, "Do you think the land of fortune is something you can ask for and receive at will?"
The speaker was a young man, wearing a Taoist Crown, and draped in a crane robe, sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the hall, his expression full of disdain, and there was unmistakable hatred in his eyes when he looked at Fang Xing.
"Who are you?"
