"What are you trying to do?"
The mysterious young man who had obtained the Desolate Clan inheritance said nothing, but the moment he moved, the eyes of the five old men surrounding the medicinal pool flashed with sharp light. Vast auras erupted from all five of them at once, making it seem as if five primordial beasts had suddenly awakened within this underground palace.
This mysterious young man in luxurious robes, who called himself Zhuo Qingning, took out a strange herb that was blood-red and twisted, its top resembling a snake's head, as though he intended to throw it into the medicinal pool containing the Saint King Sect Master.
"Don't worry. With my current cultivation, I cannot possibly be a match for the five of you. Even if I were on Wei Suo's side, given his nature, he would never sacrifice a friend merely to kill an opponent." Seeing the five old men instantly act as if facing a great enemy, the mysterious young man in luxurious robes remained utterly indifferent.
Roar!
Upon hearing Zhuo Qingning mention Wei Suo's name, the Saint King Sect Master, who had clearly already used a body-seizing technique to occupy a new body, let out a beast-like roar from within the boiling medicinal pool. The entire pool churned violently.
"If that is so, what gives you the nerve to make a deal with me?" Amid the roar, the bald, devil-like burly man spoke. His meaning was obvious: with Zhuo Qingning's cultivation, was he not afraid that the Saint King Sect would simply seize him? Ants did not make deals with dragons—this was a rule everyone in the Cultivation World knew.
"The current situation, and several secret arts I possess." The mysterious young man in luxurious robes showed no change in expression. Glancing at the Saint