"You make us sound like a bunch of ruthless bandits."
Hua Yunfei chuckled.
"Aren't we?"
Ying Chuan felt they could drop the "sound like."
In most people's minds, the Dark Hall was a band of ruthless outlaws. They brazenly robbed you to your face, and the worst part was that there was nothing you could do about it.
The Divine Turtle Clan.
The Divine Turtle Clan lived on an island in the Ancient Sea. Wearing the Black Robe and Mask, Ying Chuan led Hua Yunfei straight into the clan's heartland.
"Someone, come out!" Ying Chuan shouted.
"Who dares cause trouble in our Divine Turtle Clan?" An old turtle emerged with a frown, leaning on a walking stick and staring at the two with displeasure.
"Are you in charge of the Divine Turtle Clan?" Ying Chuan looked at the old turtle.
"I am the Divine Turtle Clan's Second Elder. Who are you? This is the Divine Turtle Clan. We welcome guests, but if you're here to stir up trouble, I certainly won't indulge you!"
The old turtle slammed his walking stick against the ground, fully revealing his aura at the peak quasi-ultimate realm.
"An elder? That makes things easy." Ying Chuan clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, looking down at the Divine Turtle Clan's Second Elder. "Nian Chuan of the Dark Hall. Do I need to teach you what to do?"
"The Dark Hall?"
The Divine Turtle Clan's Second Elder, whose expression had been stern and cold a moment earlier, instantly paled. His eyes filled with terror and unease as he asked quietly, "Are you two truly from the Dark Hall?"
Ying Chuan stared coldly at him. "Do you know the consequences of impersonating someone from the Dark Hall? Or would you like me to prove my