Outside the courtyard, Ling Feng rushed in frantically. His face was fraught with anxiety, causing Shen Hashi's heart to skip a beat and his brows to furrow deeply.
"What happened?" Shen Haoran asked in a low voice, taking in Feng's frantic state.
"Junior Shen, emissaries from numerous Major Influences have gathered outside the mountain gates!" Feng cried with a bitter expression. "They claim they are here out of admiration for you. The gatekeeping disciples couldn't hold them back. They're charging toward us right now. You're in trouble!"
Hearing this, Haoran rolled his eyes. He had assumed some grand catastrophe had struck, but it was just a bunch of eager visitors.
"Where is the Sect Leader?" Haoran waved his hand dismissively. "Just have him send out our Sect disciples to block them. Tell them my injuries haven't healed yet and I'm in no condition to receive guests."
