The bald elder of the South Mountain Clan stopped everyone in the guesthouse and signaled for them not to act impulsively.
The bald elder clearly knew Yao Qian. Otherwise, he would never have tolerated such brazen behavior from him.
"Greetings, Daoist Heir." The bald man bowed. "The younger disciples of our sect do not understand the rules. Please, Daoist Heir, calm your anger."
Yao Qian swept a contemptuous glance over Zhou Han. "I'm not petty enough to argue with them."
The bald man said, "Since that is the case, Daoist Heir, what brings you here today?"
"It's nothing." Yao Qian gave a cold laugh. "I just saw that your South Mountain Clan can't even handle such a small matter properly. I'm truly worried for you."
"That's why I came here today—to give you some advice."
The bald elder furrowed his brows. "At present, those three martial artists from the Eastern Region are hiding and refusing to come out. We've tried everything, but we still haven't been able to lure them out."
"If we don't defeat those three martial artists from the Eastern Region, the South Mountain Clan's plan will indeed be difficult to carry out smoothly."
"I wonder what brilliant insight Daoist Heir has? We are all ears."
The bald elder first analyzed the current situation, directing his criticism at the three Golden Masked Warriors from the Eastern Region.
Zhou Han and the others also watched Yao Qian with cold smiles, clearly eager to see what solution he could come up with.
Yao Qian gave two cold laughs. "Isn't it better if they don't come out?"
"What?" Zhou Han and the South Mountain Clan's martial artists stared at him in dumbfounded confusion, unable to understand what he meant.
The bald elder knitted his brows. "Daoist Heir, if they don't come