Those words sounded rather frightening. How had the Demonic Path suddenly become involved?
The Hundred Refinements Sect's group froze on the spot, startled and suspicious, weighing whether his words were true.
Yan Qufeng and the others had only heard that Mulan Jin of the Stargazing Pavilion had arrived. They had never imagined that she had come for Shi Chun's group.
Some news never reached the ears of sects like the Hundred Refinements Sect.
People from other sects nearby had seen Tong Mingshan return, and a few had come over to greet him and make his acquaintance. Before they could get close, they heard those words and stopped dead in their tracks.
Having just extended his invitation, Yan Qufeng could hardly retract it immediately. He could only turn to look at Luo Wan.
Luo Wan was anxious too. Seeing this, he immediately asked his disciple, "Mingshan, is what he said true?"
A few strands of his shoulder-length white hair lifting now and then in the wind, Tong Mingshan answered calmly, "Yes."
Luo Wan knew his disciple would not tell him such a lie. His expression twisted with conflict as he looked at the Sect Master, unsure what to say.
Sentimentally, he naturally wanted the disciple he had personally trained to return to the sect, especially now that he had made something of himself. On the other hand, he also knew that the insignificant Hundred Refinements Sect could not bear any involvement with the Demonic Path. One careless step could reduce them to ashes and dust. How many lives would that implicate? He could not let emotion rule him.
Very well. Yan Qufeng understood. After a brief hesitation, he followed the opening offered to him and said thoughtfully, "An arm cannot wrestle down a thigh. Since the Pivot Star Token's master has