The Grand Elder couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes. Why was this mysterious young man, whom he had never seen before, so composed? Was he just pretending? Could it be...could it be that he didn't know who Master Xuanhong was at all? Did he simply consider him an ordinary enemy?
The more he thought about it, the calmer his expression became. Watching the Immortal Rope gradually gather in Yuchi's hands, his tone was very plain: "Fellow Daoist, do you really not know who your enemy is? Master Xuanhong is the most formidable person I've ever heard of for such a long time, otherwise why would our Sect Leader, a Golden Core Stage cultivator, follow his orders?"
