In Tianluo Hall, the originally bustling scene turned quiet in an instant, even Jin Jian, the master of the house, did not stay.
He had held high hopes for Zheng Ming, hoping that one day he could recruit this Inscription Tool genius into their Tianluo Sect.
But now, firstly, he had no such thoughts anymore, and secondly, he was somewhat repelled by the boy's nonsense. What was the time now, yet there he was, spouting nonsense.
He was clueless about the severity of the situation, simply not knowing what was good for him. Couldn't he use his brain to think about how critical the current situation was for the Wanxiang Sect?
So, he did not pay any attention to Zheng Ming and directly transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the direction of Wanxiang Peak.
"You... you, must you cause trouble? Even if you are the Sect Master, can't you be a little more behaved when the Sect is in crisis? Do you not realize that if one doesn't court death, they won't die?"