The young man was tall and gaunt, almost appearing emaciated, with a pale, cold face and harsh eyes.
On his back was a three-foot-long knife. He did not look like a Taoist Priest, more like a butcher. Just look at how the crowd's temperature plummeted several degrees because of him.
"Brother Su, what do you think about Jun Kai?"
"He is the one whose entire family was massacred by the WuSheng when he was young? I don't like him."
The chubby man rolled his eyes, "You did this last year too. Every time your faction is complaining because of you."
Su Hai just laughed, his eyes fixed on a young man with a devil-may-care expression.
"I already have my heart set on somebody.
Even more neutral sects like Lingyuan could not escape the clan's influence. Especially as being a clan's cultivator was far more beneficial than being a Taoist associated with a sect.
