"Medicine Emperor, with so many experts here, wiping out the Ancient Flame Sect would be as easy as turning over a hand. Who else are we waiting for? This person certainly puts on airs, making all of us wait here for him."
"Hmph, all this mysterious posturing. With so many of us here, do we really need him?"
At that moment, quite a few of the experts hovered beside Han Feng, displeased that he was still waiting for someone else to arrive.
Every one of them was a lawless, unruly individual. Being forced to wait here had nearly exhausted their patience. They wanted to know who had such an inflated sense of importance that he would keep so many experts waiting.
Han Feng's expression was rather gloomy as well. He was clearly growing impatient. If he had not felt that terrifying, unfathomable, abyss-like aura emanating from Hun Changqing during their meeting...
If not for the fact that such strength could ensure nothing went wrong this time, Han Feng would have charged into the Ancient Flame Sect with the others long ago. Why else would he stand here waiting like a fool?
"We'll wait another incense stick's worth of time. If he still hasn't arrived, we'll attack."
A trace of coldness flashed through Han Feng's eyes as he addressed the others with a dark expression.
"Hmph, what airs. I'd like to see just who deserves to make the Medicine Emperor wait like this. He'd better have some real ability, or else... kekeke."
Beside Han Feng, an old man with a hooked nose, inverted triangular eyes, and a scar stretching across his entire aged face spoke sinisterly. His hideous appearance resembled an evil ghost, and his eerie laughter sent a shiver through those who heard it.
This man was a Peak Dou