Mojian Jushi Xie Yanke looked toward the voice. Why did he feel as though he hadn't quite understood?
There was a gang called the Thirty-Five Gangs? He had never heard of it.
A gang with such a casually chosen name sounded utterly insignificant. It had received an invitation too?
Seeing two young men rapidly approaching with a sedan chair between them, Mojian Jushi's Tong pupils contracted.
From so far away, the voice had reached their ears with such clarity. The speaker was probably no weaker than him, with a Martial Dao Realm of at least the early Heaven-Man Realm.
Who dared to use Heaven-Man Realm experts as sedan bearers?
Moreover, both bearers looked extremely young, only about twenty, and their lightness techniques were so exceptional that even he felt inferior.
What extraordinary prodigies they must have been to reach the Heaven-Man Realm at such an age. At any Martial Arts Holy Land, they should have been successors nurtured with special care. How had they ended up carrying a sedan chair?
The Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil envoys were even more dumbfounded. Wasn't the man in front, with the faint scar on his face, Jiang Xiaoyu, an elder of the Sun Moon Holy Cult?
Did they even need to ask who could make Jiang Xiaoyu carry his sedan chair?
But they clearly hadn't provoked the Sun Moon Holy Cult. They hadn't even gone anywhere near Great Ming. Why had this harbinger of disaster come anyway?
"Is Senior Lin, the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming and Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, inside?" Zhang San asked, cupping his hands.
The sedan chair came down. Jiang Xiaoyu expertly lowered it and lifted the curtain. "Master, we're here."
Lin Lang stepped out. "What Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming? Don't talk nonsense. I'm