Xu Zimo ignored everyone else and directly gave the Hidden God Sect a low shout.
"Where is Fellow Daoist Xumi? I have come to visit!"
Xu Zimo's voice carried immense power and was extraordinarily penetrating, instantly resounding throughout the entire Hidden God Sect and even the Dongming Mountain Range.
The sound echoed through the void, lingering for a long time without fading.
Hearing this voice, some of the Hidden God Sect's experts were alarmed and could not help asking in surprise, "Who has come to our Hidden God Sect?"
Just as the Hidden God Sect's experts were about to investigate, Ancestor Xumi finally appeared.
"Everyone, remain calm. An old friend of mine has arrived," Ancestor Xumi said with a smile.
He first settled the others of the Hidden God Sect.
Then he strode through the air toward them.
"Daoist Xu, I never expected us to meet again so soon."
When they saw Ancestor Xumi appear, the gatekeeping disciples were utterly dumbfounded.
They were merely outer sect disciples of the Hidden God Sect. How could they ever have seen the real Ancestor Xumi?
Nor were they qualified to meet him.
Yet Ancestor Xumi came walking through the air, his entire body radiating an overwhelming aura. At a glance, he was clearly an extraordinary expert.
The disciples hurriedly knelt in worship.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
When Ancestor Xumi landed, the fat middle-aged deacon whom Xu Zimo had nearly beaten to death with a slap unexpectedly scrambled over at once.
The man had been playing dead just now as well.
With tears and snot streaming down his face, he cried, "Ancestor, you must uphold justice for me!
An outsider has bullied our sect's disciples and even stolen the names of you and the Holy Maiden."
Seeing the fat man's ugly face, Ancestor Xumi understood the