Although the old man looked peaceful and restrained, the sense of danger he gave off was the strongest.
It was not exposed arrogance, nor was it violent oppression. It was a deep, bottomless stillness—like an ancient beast sleeping beneath the earth. Once awakened, it would swallow everything without leaving bones behind.
Nox forcibly expelled all distracting thoughts from his mind.
This was not the time to think about where these three came from.
If he hesitated even a little, the Royal Beast Sect would be wiped out tonight.
"May I ask where the three friends come from," Nox said in a low voice, suppressing his anger, "and why you broke into my Royal Beast Sect and injured my disciples?"
The middle-aged man beside the young man glanced down indifferently.
"Are you the sect leader here?"
"The sect leader is in seclusion," Nox replied steadily.
"I am the acting sect leader."
"I still don't know the names of the three friends, nor your purpose in hurting people."
"Hahaha."
