"The Sect Leader Supreme's direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall, huh."
"Interesting..."
Sikong Wuming appeared indifferent, yet a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
"Wuming."
A strong voice echoed from the pavilion.
At some point, a middle-aged man had appeared there, his towering figure resembling an iron tower.
At the moment, the middle-aged man calmly observed Sikong Wuming.
Sikong Wuming turned around, slightly raising his brows, "You saw?"
The middle-aged man slightly nodded, speaking slowly, "Why did they appear here?"
Sikong Wuming's expression turned somewhat sour, "That youth hasn't shown up, but since that old fellow came, it's possible he's here because of Fang Xinyan."
The middle-aged man's eyebrows raised, "The matter of Fang Xinyan, the ancestor has already given orders, don't hold onto previous thoughts."
