What Kind of Damned World Is This

Although Su Fan did not know Senior Brother Nanming, he recognized Senior Brother Fan He of the Liyang Immortal Sect, and the person beside him was clearly taking him as his leader.

He glanced at the middle-aged cultivator sitting on the far left, then cupped his hands.

"Fan Su of the Crimson Cloud Heaven's Town Mountain Dao Palace pays his respects to Senior Brother Nanming..."

Senior Brother Nanming gave a slight nod, then extended a hand toward him.

"Come over and sit..."

Su Fan walked over and sat down opposite the three of them.

Senior Brother Nanming sized Su Fan up and discovered that there was nothing particularly extraordinary about this kid.

He did know that the Town Mountain Dao Palace was a branch sect, and the sect had shown it some consideration in the past.

However, the Town Mountain Dao Palace's results at the various Dao Associations had always been poor, so Hanhai Dao Palace had already decided to give up on it.

Still, this fellow had a pretty good mindset.

A disciple from a Lesser Plane was facing disciples from major sects of three super planes, yet he remained neither servile nor overbearing.

That was quite rare.

Other cultivators from Lesser Planes—even Nascent Soul Cultivators, let alone old monsters in the Deity Transformation Stage—always acted with extreme caution when facing him.

Senior Brother Nanming glanced at Senior Brother Fan He beside him again. He really did not know what this fellow was afraid of.

Even if this kid was powerful, he was still a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator like Shi Guangfeng. There was no need to be so nervous, much less specially ask him to summon this person over in the middle of the night.

But the two of them were bosom friends. Since Fan He had