"Young man, don't treat that chicken feather as a command arrow; act with some restraint." The elder draped in a cloak with turtle shell patterns was full of anger, and his tone was not pleasant, sullenly.
He still felt he was being tolerant.
Only to see Zhao Quanzhen frown slightly, these people always adhered to their own set of rules, but this was not the worldly society; rather, it was an unequivocal battlefield.
At this critical time, the Ancestor Mountain outside the city attracted Great Demons, and all kinds of people gathered here. They were in the midst of this situation and genuinely understood that it was the easiest time for chaos to break out. He, along with his master and eight other members of the Martial Vault, had been entrusted by the Ninth Mountain to guard the city walls directly, monitoring closely.
"I said, this is the rule!"
"Step back!"
He raised his eyebrows, unceremoniously refusing.
