Hong Jiantong said, "These people aren't members of our sect. May I ask what Brother Kong wants with us?"
"Don't bother asking. We're Miss Yan's guards, and have nothing to do with the Donghua Immortal Sect."
Desolate Ancestor gave a cold snort.
Qi Jingfeng waved his hand, moving a chair over beside Yan Zi, while a cup of fragrant tea appeared in Qi Miao's hands.
Old Demon Su remembered that he seemed to have a fan in his Sumeru Ring. But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to cross the line of his own pride, and didn't dare take it out to fan Yan Zi.
"They're just a bunch of servants. Even if they're hiding their cultivation with all that hocus-pocus, they can't be that formidable. At most, they've practiced a combined attack technique. Stick to the plan."
The Ninth Elder sent a voice transmission to Elder Qi and Du Kui.
Elder Qi replied through a voice transmission, "Don't worry, Brother Kong. Once the bowstring's drawn, there's no turning back. Let's do it."
Du Kui sent a voice transmission, his face lifeless. "Leave those four pieces of trash to me later. I'd like to know what kind of people would go to all the trouble of cultivating to the True Core Early Stage, only to become slaves to a lowly woman who doesn't even have a True Core."
After sending the voice transmissions, the Ninth Elder cupped his fists toward Hong Jiantong. "Since Sect Master Hong refuses to think it over, I have nothing more to say. I hope there's still a chance for us to turn hostility into friendship."
With that, the Ninth Elder clasped his hands and headed outside.
Elder Qi and Du Kui followed. Elder Qin, standing to Hong Jiantong's right, escorted them out.
"Miss Yan,