Liu Mang radiated an icy aura as he slowly stepped into the Mission Hall, with Yun Xiao and Ao Bing following close behind.
Perhaps sensing the powerful pressure emanating from Liu Mang, the passing Interception Sect disciples all voluntarily moved aside.
Only after Liu Mang disappeared from view did they cautiously begin to speak.
"Good heavens, that presence was far stronger than the two protectors'. When the Hall Master passed by me, I felt like my primordial spirit was about to freeze."
"The Hall Master was famous for his terrible temper—the Water and Fire, Kui Ox rumor version. Who was so blind as to dare offend him?"
"Whoever it was, I'm sure they won't end well."
As everyone discussed the matter, many disciples who had just left the Mission Hall turned around and went back inside.
"Damn, you people even dared to watch this kind of spectacle? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"What the hell do you know? The Hall Master wasn't an ordinary disciple like us. If he came to the Mission Hall, he had to be here to post a mission. If we went in now, maybe we could pick up an opportunity."
The disciples' eyes lit up, and they all rushed toward the Mission Hall. Before long, the hall was packed with disciples again.
Only the area around the mission window remained open.
When the disciple registering missions at the window saw Liu Mang, he hurriedly bowed. Just as he was about to come out, Liu Mang raised a hand to stop him.
"I'm here to post a mission!"
The disciples outside brightened at Liu Mang's words. Sure enough, they had guessed correctly. It only depended on whether they had the ability to accept it.
Even if the contribution points were few, they would still accept it.