"May I inquire of you, friend, what brings you here?"
Unsure of the mysterious cultivator's sudden arrival, Wang Ba took the initiative to speak up.
The gray-robed cultivator slowly turned around, looking at Wang Ba.
The unclear face, just like Lu Yuansheng and Yu Changchun, made a slight chill run down Wang Ba's spine.
The profound and solemn aura of the other party made Wang Ba instinctively feel extremely dangerous.
He couldn't help but wonder,
Is this person a heresy cultivator or a disciple within the sect?
Eventually, the gray-robed cultivator finally spoke, his voice low and dull:
"Heh, so Senior Brother Zhao was not mistaken."
Senior Brother Zhao?!
Despite being shocked, Wang Ba kept his cool.
A heresy cultivator stationed at the East Saint location, who isn't a leftover evil from East Saint Sect and who doesn't have a few acquainted disciples from the East Saint Sect?
What confused him was, who was this man?