For Ye Chenghong, the missed opportunity twenty years ago was an irreparable regret, but now, there is a chance to make up for it. It's just...
"Master, the Poison Medicine Sect is up to no good. Why is the invitation for the International Exchange Competition sent in the name of the Poison Medicine Sect?" An Yiqing looked at the invitation hidden behind the letter, her face somewhat grave.
"I'm not quite sure about this either. I'll send someone to check it out later." Ye Chenghong shook his head and said.
An Yiqing said nothing more, lowered her head, squinting at the black challenge letter, lost in thought. Ye Chenghong and the four Elders, along with Nie Shan, remained silent, and for a moment, the Council Hall fell into an eerie silence.
After a long while, a soft laugh broke the calm.
