Flowfire Desert.
When Xue Yan appeared with his entourage, Zhou Chun finally realized who had ambushed him last time.
At the same time, it seemed he also understood why, despite being able to make profitable exchanges with the cultivators of Huoluo Country, there weren't many cultivators coming here to "strike gold."
But what he didn't expect was that, despite being very low-key, he was still considered easy prey!
His gaze swept across the three people before finally landing on Xue Yan with his red hair and purple eyes, saying, "Xue Daoist, acting in such a manner, it seems the Holy Fire Sect being rejected and resisted by the various nations of The Westernmost Cultivation Realm is not without reason!"
"Facing death and still dare to quibble!"
The yellow-robed elder surnamed Du let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of smugness.
He had been lurking near the Heaven Fire Sect's mountain gates for years, fearing Zhou Chun would suddenly leave without notice.
