"Yes!"
Lin Xuan replied by voice transmission. Though he was lying, there was not the slightest panic in his expression; even his heartbeat remained as steady as ever. In any case, after this matter was over, he would have no further dealings with him, and right now, the other party absolutely could not tell whether his words were true or false.
The Red-Haired Ancestor did not speak, but his expression darkened somewhat. Though the others did not know what had happened, they also became trembling with fear, as if treading on thin ice, not knowing what had displeased this old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm. If his anger spilled over onto them, wouldn't they be miserable?
At this moment, the Red-Haired Ancestor was indeed extremely depressed. It was rare for him to have the thought of taking in a disciple, yet he had actually been refused twice in a row—first by Tian Xiaojian, then by Lin Xuan.
Both of these brats had unexpectedly already been noticed first by other Nascent Soul Realm old monsters.
Since the other party already had a master's school, given the Red-Haired Ancestor's status, he naturally could not forcibly take them under his sect. Not to mention that doing so would make him a laughingstock, the old monsters behind the two of them would not possibly let the matter rest!
Though the Red-Haired Ancestor was not afraid of trouble, he also did not want to clash with other Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
After remaining silent for a long while, he raised his head again. However, a heavy gloom still lingered between his brows. Turning his gaze, he set his attention on the last Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.
Xu Han!
It would have been better not to look. Once he did, his anger surged up from