For the past month, he had hunted the old man in green robes throughout Huaixi Prefecture, from east to west and from south to north. He had crossed mountains and rivers, searched cities and wilderness alike, and Xu Yi's name had echoed in his ears at every turn.
At first, Chen Xuan had entertained thoughts of challenging him, hoping to make a name for himself across the land. But when news of Xu Yi's achievements arrived, the last trace of wishful thinking vanished.
"I don't care what kind of sect master you are! If you don't hand him over, I'll put you on the ground right now!"
A young man in tight-fitting clothes, unaware of the situation, continued to berate them loudly. The air was taut with hostility.
Zhao Wuliang ignored him and fixed his gaze on Chen Xuan. "What do you say?" From Chen Xuan's expression, he could tell that Chen Xuan had uncovered the roots of their sect master.
Chen Xuan fell silent, unsure how to respond.
He was determined to take the man away, but the man surnamed Xu carried such an imposing reputation that if a conflict broke out, they might not only fail to take him, but end up trapped there with their whole group.
He had no choice but to carefully weigh the gains and losses.
"Ah Xuan, what are you waiting for? Take him!"
A sharp cry rang out, and in an instant, a white blur appeared in the hall.
The old man in green robes went pale. Chen Xuan and the others brightened with joy, rushing forward to bow to the newcomer. "Greetings, Seventh Elder!"
The white blur came to a stop. It was a burly, middle-aged man with a rugged appearance. His white robes only made his powerful, hulking frame seem