"Um, Sect Leader Jiang..."
Bai Luo Immortal King rubbed his hands, looking rather embarrassed.
Brother Cheng actually guessed what they wanted, and deliberately smiled as he said, "What, do you want to go in?"
"Yes, yes!"
Bai Luo Immortal King's old face was flattering, his smile blooming like a chrysanthemum: "A person like Sect Leader Jiang, who harbors the world in his heart, and is the Sword Master of our Wood Sword Heart, can you make it convenient for us?"
Earlier he had actually joined in the mockery of Brother Cheng, but Brother Cheng didn't hear it.
And now, in need of help, he was quite able to adapt to the circumstances.
Many sword cultivators behind showed expressions of disdain.
Some hot-tempered ones even cursed out loud, "Bai Luo, where is your pride? Truly a disgrace to sword cultivators!"
"So humble, you're not worthy to be a sword cultivator!"
"Even if you want to go in, why flatter like this, really lost face completely!"
