Alliance Leader Qianlong Tu Qianlong looked awful.
Yesterday, his face was hit. A mere shopkeeper, an outsider Cultivator, actually drove away the Array Dao Master of the Qianlong Alliance.
Today, that old man hasn't come.
We can assume he was seriously injured.
Does it mean that he has to step in?
If he really takes action, even if he manages to save face, it would still become a joke among the higher echelons of Desolate Ancient City.
"Speak, how should we resolve this matter?"
"Alliance Leader."
Everyone was silent.
Even the Array Dao Master couldn't do anything, it would be pointless for them to go too.
Moreover, they didn't want to offend the other party.
If the other party is a powerful figure from other ancient cities, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Tu Qianlong felt deeply pained. These were his subordinates, strong figures who had followed him for hundreds of thousands of years, yet they retreated.
So he sneered, "It seems I have to take action myself."
