The Blood Lion Sect's Supreme Elder floated down from mid-air and landed in front of Ning Fan, sizing him up from head to toe, "Kid, taking away the auction token from us isn't something you can just talk your way into."
"Junior understands, that's why I've come to seek the guidance of the elders, haven't I?" Ning Fan replied with a light smile.
The other three Supreme Elders also floated down and scrutinized Ning Fan, their eyes filled with contemplation.
The formation was merely the first test; getting the auction token from them wouldn't be an easy task.
"A surname of Ning..." The Ghost Yin Sect's Supreme Elder wore a contemplative expression, "This inevitably reminds me of that man with the surname Ning from the past."
His voice was soft, only audible to the two Supreme Elders beside him, who simultaneously turned pale.
"Don't mention that name, it's terrifying."