Marshall Morgan's expression shifted; he picked up on something from Bach's previous words.
Bach had just said 'insignificant Solarian Empire,' but before finishing, he changed the subject.
This was strange; if Bach were from the Yori Tribe, he definitely wouldn't say such a thing. Could it be that Bach wasn't from the Yori Tribe? Or even from the Solarian Empire?
But if he wasn't from the Solarian Empire, what was he doing with the Yori Tribe?
Marshall's thoughts swirled.
The disciples of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect all looked grim, and for a moment, no one stepped forward to fight.
There were a few Great Martial Master Fourth Realm experts present, but they were quite old, well over twenty-two years of age. If they fought, it would cause ridicule.
The soldiers on the city wall were also silent.
In their eyes, the Mystic Origin Sword Sect was a towering Sacred Land of Martial Arts, where the strong gathered like clouds.
