A strong one?
Zhao Xidong nearly burst into tears.
Before Senior Wuyue and this whole group of White Robes, all of whom started at the Throne stage, what virtue or ability did I, Zhao Xidong, possess to call myself strong? "Senior, you flatter me!"
Zhao Xidong hurriedly turned back, speaking to Chang Yi with a mournful face.
"If you're not a strong one, then you..." Chang Yi pointed at the spatial rift, unable to finish.
A Space Attribute? "Not him."
Gou Wuyue chuckled, gazing into the rift. "Since you're here, why not come out and meet us?"
The three of them turned their eyes toward the spatial rift at once.
A middle-aged figure carrying a longsword on his back walked out from the rift. The instant he appeared, his sharp gaze locked onto the famous sword on Gou Wuyue's back.
For a moment, sword intent crisscrossed the tent, and even the tables and chairs began to creak and shake.
Chang Yi's eyes instantly turned cold.
Only after Gou Wuyue waved a hand did he refrain from moving.
"Greetings, Moonless Sword Immortal." Xiao Qixiu calmed his surging emotions. Rather than bowing, he cupped his hands in salute.
Gou Wuyue gave a slight nod and did not linger, shifting his gaze away.
Clearly, this swordsman could not possess the Space Attribute either.
Then...
"Ha ha ha ha ha—"
Strange laughter drifted out from the rift. Qiao Qianzhi laughed heartily as he called out, "Senior Wuyue, I have long admired you, long admired you. We have come to call at your door this time; if it inconveniences you in any way, please forgive us. Ha ha ha..."
Chang Yi's mouth twitched.
What the hell were these people?
Calling at the door? You had barged straight into the central command tent, and you called