Hand Over the Demonic Sword Obediently

Amid the sky, beneath a canopy of stars.

The figure of the Star Pavilion Master slowly emerged.

The Star Pavilion warriors immediately knelt in worship. "Greetings, Pavilion Master!"

The warriors from the other sects also set down their bowls and chopsticks and knelt.

Taixu had a rule: whenever one of the seven sect masters arrived, all warriors had to kneel in worship. Even the Supreme Elders of the major sects were no exception.

Yet Lin Feng and his subordinates did not kneel.

Frowning, Lin Feng looked up at the sky, sensing that the Star Pavilion Master had come with ill intent.

His subordinates felt the same. They all gathered behind Lin Feng.

Mu Chenzhong, the Star Pavilion's Supreme Elder standing beside the Star Pavilion Master, pointed at Lin Feng's group and shouted, "Insolence! Why are you not kneeling?"

Lin Feng felt this guy was really putting on airs.

The Star Pavilion Master had not even said anything, yet this man was already barking. What a dutiful lapdog.

Lin Feng ignored him completely.

Mu Chenzhong was about to shout again.

The Star Pavilion Master waved a hand and cut him off.

Looking at Lin Feng, the Star Pavilion Master asked, "You are Lin Feng, City Lord of Iron Blood City?"

Lin Feng replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I am."

The Star Pavilion Master said, "Could we speak in private? Let us find somewhere to talk alone."

After seeing the Demonic Sword Mark, the Star Pavilion Master had lost all interest in the festivities. All he wanted now was the Demonic Sword.

Lin Feng flew into the sky and remained level with the Star Pavilion Master.

Lin Feng said, "Since the Star Pavilion Master has honored us with his presence, will you not come down for a cup of wedding wine?"

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