Pavilion Master Wuyu's voice rang across the entire Ancient Soul Mountain, brimming with triumph.
This left countless people of the First Soul Pavilion feeling indignant.
How arrogant!
Since when did people from the Eighth Soul Pavilion get to swagger into their First Soul Pavilion?
They had to utterly defeat Bai Yan, crush him ruthlessly beneath their feet, and stamp out the Eighth Soul Pavilion's arrogant flames.
"Wuyu, Xuan Bei is not in the Soul Pavilion. Moreover, among those at the Great Perfection of Fortune Realm, several of our First Soul Pavilion's strongest disciples are also absent!"
At that moment, a middle-aged Soul Race man with a three-pronged goatee spoke loudly. He was a Pavilion Master of the First Soul Pavilion.
"What a coincidence?"
Pavilion Master Wuyu frowned slightly. If they could not defeat the strongest, Xuan Bei, then today's exchange challenge would fall far short of its intended effect.
At the very least, they had to defeat one of the First Soul Pavilion's foremost figures at the Paragon of Fortune Realm. Only then would this trip not have been in vain.
After pondering briefly, Pavilion Master Wuyu looked at the Pavilion Master who had spoken and said aloud, "Pavilion Master Gong Yang, when will Xuan Bei and the others return? We are willing to wait at Ancient Soul Mountain for some time."
Su Mo was stunned when he heard this. Wait here?
Good heavens!
Pavilion Master Wuyu was determined to make him famous. Unless he swept through every top Fortune Realm genius of the First Soul Pavilion, he would not let the matter rest!
"Very well. We will find a way to notify them and have them return as soon as possible!" The middle-aged Pavilion Master with the three-pronged goatee nodded slightly.
He too hoped that all the First Soul