Nigrum

The man held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and stood up from his seat.

Then, he walked towards Zhao Huai.

The people on the platforms below all sucked in a breath of cold air.

There was also a strict hierarchy within the Sanctuary. Since Zhao Huai's current level was uncertain, he dared to go up to the altar. He had no idea what was waiting for him.

And in order to encourage the growth and competition of the sect's disciples, these systems were in fact tacitly approved.

It was like an older student bullying a new student within the Misty Rain House.

"What rank are you?"

"I don't know. Is that important?"

The man laughed out loud, and his eyes became even more terrifying.

"Why are you here? With just you? "