Among the Xingyi Sect, an elderly man with an immortal air pointed at Song Zhong, his face full of satisfaction. "This kid should be at the Eighth Layer of Qi Control, and even among those at the Eighth Layer, he is exceptionally strong.
"He has strength, yet he is not the bloodthirsty sort. He only robs people of their number plates, but he has not killed a single person.
"Someone like him is best suited to my lineage. I want this kid."
As he spoke, a huge, round butt appeared in his line of sight within the mirror...
In an instant, he was completely stunned.
Then, one after another, the people Song Zhong had knocked down began taking off their pants.
Staring at an entire mirror full of butts, the old man was utterly dumbfounded.
It was not just him. Everyone around watching the mirrors was stunned as well.
What was going on?
Why were you taking off your pants for no reason?
Look at this scene—men everywhere were swinging it around. Could there not be even one woman!
Among the Xingyi Sect, a middle-aged female cultivator snorted coldly. "He may not have killed anyone, but he made others take off their clothes! What kind of behavior is this?
"This is an assessment!
"What a disgrace!"
The moment her words fell, the old man who had spoken earlier came to his senses and retorted.
"They are just a few grown men. So what if they took them off? He must be checking their number plates. That only proves he is thorough and will not overlook a single plate.
"Besides, he has no idea that we can see what is happening inside from outside.
"It is only for a moment. What impact could it have?"
Very soon, he discovered that he