"Qingcheng Mountain Sect?"
Luo Han searched his memories but found nothing about this sect. It seemed that it was just an unknown, small sect.
"Fellow Daoist blocks my way, destroys my carriage, and won't give a satisfactory explanation. I'm afraid it will be difficult to leave today!"
After confirming that the Qingcheng Mountain Sect posed no threat, Luo Han's voice suddenly turned cold, and all previous politeness was gone.
"Block your way? Does this road belong to the Nine Swords Sect?"
Wang Yang sneered, disdaining Luo Han's sophistry. The broad road was for everyone, not just one person.
"It seems Fellow Daoist doesn't want to give an explanation!"
Luo Han didn't bother to explain, his killing intent immediately revealed. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment.
