Hunting

"Hmph! I know what you are thinking! We are the Soaring Cloud Sect, the number one sect in the world of martial arts. How dare you think of asking those rubbish sects for help? Have you thought about what my master would think?" Ye Tianshun laughed sarcastically as he mentioned Feng Tianqi's name.

"Ehh…" When Ye Tianshun brought up Feng Tianqi's name, Ma Xuantong became speechless. After all, Feng Tianqi was a god-like existence in the Soaring Cloud Sect. Nobody dared to go against his will. Now that Ye Tianshun had become Feng Tianqi's personal disciple, nobody dared to challenge his opinion.

"Hmph! I would rather die than kneel before Jiang Fei and beg for his help!" Ye Tianshun thought to himself. At the same time, he was dragging the entire Soaring Cloud Sect down with him.

"A few of you, check if there's something to eat outside!" Ma Xuantong sighed as he said to a few elders.