Chapter 1015
The gatekeeper looked at Crow Elder Saint in slight surprise, then was drawn to the Dragon-Tiger war chariot in alarm.
The servant exclaimed, "It's you..."
"You know us?" Crow Elder Saint asked.
"Wasn't it you who had the Mud Dragon Gang make things difficult for our Tower Master nearly a year ago?"
Recognizing Crow Elder Saint and the young nobleman, the servant said vigilantly and sternly, "What have you come for this time?"
Wen Zhaowu stepped forward. "Please trouble yourself to report our arrival, little brother."
"My senior brother wishes to see that fellow Daoist."
Zhao Jing immediately understood whom they meant.
Who else could that fellow Daoist be but the Old Immortal?
Then, seeing the two Dragon-Tiger beasts radiating an ancient aura, Zhao Jing staggered back half a step in fright.
The person seated within the beast chariot had to be some great figure. Even at worst, that person's strength was certainly beyond comparison to that young nobleman's. They must have brought in an elder from their sect.
They had come to seek revenge on their turf.
Zhao Jing knew that one punch from the other party could smash him into mud, yet he still had no intention of opening the gates.
He flatly refused. "Please leave. The Old Immortal stopped receiving visitors half a year ago."
The dragon and tiger let out furious roars.
Thud.
Zhao Jing fell flat onto the ground.
Trembling from head to toe, he did not dare get back up.
A voice descended, and Zhao Jing was lifted up with it. "Chu Xingluo, inheritor of the Sun-Moon King of the Heavenly Gate Sacred Land, has come to discuss the Dao."
"Let them in."
An ethereal yet hoarse voice carried over.
Zhao Jing said, "The Old Immortal has agreed to see you. Please."