"You... are not Three Continents' Cultivators?"
Zhao Feng's expression cleared slightly as he quickly said, "The two of us are disciples of Myriad Phenomena Sect. We had discovered traces of Dao Shengzhou Cultivators and pursued them. Why would you attack us, Daoist Friend?"
The middle-aged man with yellow hair showed a look of suspicion:
"Do you have proof?"
Without hesitation, Zhao Feng recited a series of secret phrases.
However, the yellow-haired middle-aged man immediately shook his head and said,
"We recently discovered that the secret phrases have been leaked... they are no longer valid."
Zhao Feng's brow furrowed slightly at this.
Wang Ba suddenly spoke up:
"Just now, we encountered your sect's Daoist Brother An and specifically asked him to send a message to your sect."
"He can testify for us."
Unexpectedly, the yellow-haired middle-aged man's expression grew even darker: