"Hehe, a Mo Xing Taoist from the Heavenly Dao Sect? Let me give you a piece of advice, better leave gracefully, or you might end up dead here today,"
"Heavenly Balance Sect, Daoist Miao Miao!"
Just after a single exchange, Zhao Sheng and that person immediately had a connection, and they recognized each other's identities.
In this world, besides oneself, no outside objects, such as Magic Treasures and Talismans, could be brought in.
The old man with the pale face was about to hurl another threat when he suddenly stopped, his gaze turning around sharply to his surroundings.
Zhao Sheng did the same.
"Everyone, come out! No need to hide, it is unbecoming,"
The moment his words fell, four or five people emerged one after another from the ruins, behind walls, and from within the forests.
Each had a face unfamiliar to Zhao Sheng, yet each carried an extraordinary aura. He could vaguely discern their identities from the presence each emitted.
