Might die?

At this moment, the hundreds of cultivators outside of the dragon hall were nowhere to be seen.

Only an empty carriage was left, as well as fragments of Magical Treasures.

Fangjue stood in the air with his hands by his side, smiling as he looked at the space in the distance. His eyes shone brightly and one was unable to know what he was thinking.

Another person stood beside him. It was a teen who was holding a sword.

The dozens of old Hanyan forces were all respectful towards him.

But this person stood right beside him like he didn't care about Fangjue's identity as a Saint Realm or his status as Cangyan Hall Head.

"Young Master doesn't look like he wants to fight for the Lu Family Head position. Let's hope your plan doesn't totally fail in the end..."

"Oh?"

Fangjue was slightly surprised and then he laughed coldly, "Weren't you really unwilling before you came? Why did you suddenly start paying attention?"