With the people of the Tai Chi Sect pouring in, the area that originally seemed deserted suddenly became a bit crowded.
There were more than twenty people present, with the Tai Chi Sect occupying the majority. They had the upper hand in both numbers and momentum.
The squad members who were originally at ease now had expressions that turned grim.
They were all unusual talents the military wanted to recruit, but frankly speaking, they were just loose cultivators. When encountering the so-called "renowned and righteous sect," they naturally felt less confident.
Qin Hao was not afraid of them. His eyes roamed over the people of the Tai Chi Sect, while strategies flashed in his mind.
"Very well, the item on the altar belongs to our Tai Chi Sect. If you idlers leave now, you can still live."
The speaker was a young man standing behind an elderly man with white hair and beard. His name was Liu Ji, the son of the Sect Leader, holding a high status, and was extremely arrogant.
