"Master," a disciple heard the sounds of fighting outside and said nervously.
"Drink tea," the elder waved his hand and replied.
The elderly woman at the tea stall seemed a bit frightened and hid inside the tent.
Xu Zimei looked up, his gaze directed outward.
Amidst the swirling yellow sand, several figures were fighting.
Amidst the combat, there were faint sounds of mild shouting.
"Qin Longyong, you have stolen the Sect's Treasure, why don't you quickly surrender."
"Wei Wuyan, you know well who actually stole the Sect's Treasure.
If you want to fight, then fight, there's no need to smear my name."
A dozen people were fighting together.
Although the opposing side was numerous, the disheveled man's strength was not lacking.
It was impossible to determine the victor in a short time.
Xu Zimei finished his cup of tea, looked towards the elder of the Heavenly Being Immortal Sect, and said, "Let's go."
