However.
The two men beside him did not immediately echo his words.
The old man exchanged a glance with the other burly man.
Their gazes met.
Each saw the deeply buried ruthlessness in the other's eyes.
How could they possibly retreat?
The Great Tang imperial family harbored a heaven-shaking opportunity. If they left just like this, their trip would have been for nothing.
Wu Shisan was indeed powerful. Even if the three of them joined forces, they might not gain any advantage against him... but no matter how strong he was, he was still only one man.
Could he possibly watch over the Great Tang imperial family forever?
A sharp glint flashed through the old man's eyes as his tightly clenched hand slowly loosened.
A stiff smile piled onto his face.
He cupped his hands toward Wu Shisan.
"True Person, your lesson is well taken."
"We failed to recognize Mount Tai. Since True Person has spoken, we shall withdraw at once, withdraw at once..."
With that, he tugged at the sleeve of the man beside him and turned to head out of the hall.
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The man in black robes stood frozen where he was.
His mouth hung wide open, his face filled with disbelief.
They were just...
Backing down?
How was it that the moment this old Daoist farted, they took it as an imperial decree?
"You lot..."
He pointed at their retreating backs, just about to launch into a furious tirade.
But then he saw the old man's steps pause slightly as he cast him a sidelong glance.
That single glance.
The curse that had reached the black-robed man's lips was forcibly swallowed back down.
They were all Rogue Cultivators who made their living in the Eastern Territory, so he naturally understood the meaning in that old bastard's