"North Ridge Holy Lord, surely you can't favor one over the other, letting those people from the Southern Spirit Sect enter the Tower of the Abyss while turning us away?"
Just as everyone was about to enter the tower, the Black Snake Sect Master suddenly spoke up from the side.
Behind him, the Holy Spirit Sect Master also voiced his displeasure.
"That's right. Our Holy Spirit Sect made an agreement with the North Ridge Sacred Ground a hundred years ago. You promised us places in the Tower of the Abyss. We haven't brought it up all this time, but giving our sect a few places now shouldn't be too much trouble, should it?"
As several sect masters spoke up together, the North Ridge Holy Lord's expression darkened.
This agreement was from a hundred years ago. They had never mentioned it in all that time, yet now they were suddenly asking for places.
He could guess what little schemes they were harboring without even thinking.
They simply believed that if even Lan Yue, who carried an Immortal Artifact, dared to enter at a time like this, there must be some treasure inside the Tower of the Abyss.
The North Ridge Holy Lord frowned, regarding the people before him with an expressionless face.
The Holy Spirit Sect Master chuckled, his plump hand clutching the Holy Grail, shamelessness written all over his face.
Although his request for places at this particular moment was certainly suspicious, the agreement between the North Ridge Sacred Ground and the Holy Spirit Sect was real.
He had simply always considered the Tower of the Abyss extremely dangerous. It had even fallen into the Devil Race's hands once, and he had not wanted to send his sect's people inside to die.
Now that even Lan Yue and the North