"I'll tell you!"
Before the Old Daoist could speak, Dongfang Nishang's voice rang out in the wind. "The Four Great Sects have gathered at the Kunlun Sword Sect to deal with you, little devil. What, are you scared?"
Suddenly, wind and snow swept in.
In Wang Xian's eyes, his martial uncle and master looked as though they were facing a formidable enemy.
It was as if all the heroes under heaven had gathered at Kunlun overnight, all to hunt down a devil like him.
Normally, something like this wouldn't have meant much to Wang Xian.
Not because he feared all the heroes under heaven. If he really wanted to become a tyrant who wreaked havoc across the land, hardly anyone would know. He had waited far too long for this day.
Seeing Wang Xian stay silent, Dongfang Nishang jumped. "You're not actually scared, are you? This time it's not just the elders. It's the Four Great Sects—no, all four sect leaders are here!"
The Old Daoist sighed, looking as though he would simply stand by and watch the fire from across the river.
This was the first time Dongfang Nishang had felt how serious things were. After all, the sect leaders and even the Grand Elders of six great sects had come to Kunlun. Nothing that had happened before could compare.
Almost everyone thought the outcome was already decided.
As soon as Wang Xian appeared, he would surely die.
Who knew Wang Xian would only smile faintly? "Perfect. This saves me from having to go door to door and call on them myself!"
Just one sentence calmed Dongfang Nishang's slightly unsettled heart. Even the Old Daoist couldn't help shivering.
Remembering what the two of them had said earlier, he let out a long sigh and smiled wryly. "That's fine, then.