When they saw that savage beast, those who recognized it thought of someone—the previous generation's holy maiden of the Demon Sect. That witch's mount had been a rare Golden Fur Roar. Later, the witch became entangled with a disciple of the Shangqing Sect. Love and passion proved impossible to sever, and she met with disaster because of it. That Shangqing Sect disciple was also expelled from his sect because of the witch.
After that, the rare Golden Fur Roar had remained by the side of that expelled Shangqing Sect disciple.
Putting together that old tale with the appearance of a rare Golden Fur Roar in the Shangqing Sect now, it could not possibly be a coincidence. Those in the know probably understood: that person from Demon Ridge had come!
The faces of the Liuxian Sect group, who had been brimming with aggression only moments ago, turned ugly. None of them had expected this.
Looking at the Golden Fur Roar standing with majestic dominance atop the mountain peak, gleaming with golden light as it surveyed those below, Tang Susu's expression was equally unpleasant, because she deeply hated the Golden Fur Roar's master!
The Golden Fur Roar had appeared at this moment, at the Shangqing Sect's most perilous hour. Luo Yuangong's expression was complicated, as were his feelings.
"Martial Uncle!" Tang Yi muttered to herself. It was too unexpected. Her eyes shone with incomparable delight. That man was someone she had admired since childhood, and he had not disappointed her.
A flicker of joy also passed through Su Po's eyes. He had not dared guarantee that man would come; he had merely sent Tu Han to give it a try. He had never expected that man to truly come.
Obviously, that man had likely arrived long ago and had been waiting near