"What?" Xu Xingran exclaimed in shock upon hearing these words.
"That young man's Techniques are unique; he must possess some real skills. However, this is the Santai Sect; even if he were a dragon, he would have to coil up for me, and if a tiger, lay down! It's not his place to strut around and do as he pleases in front of us!" Su Boli said, his face dark with anger.
"Exactly! This is the Santai Sect. Even Fan Hong wouldn't dare to make a move without a legitimate reason," Xu Xingran quickly regained his composure, his face just as dark, and his eyes cold.
While they were talking, five disciples of the Santai Sect approached, each at the Second or Third Layer of Qi Cultivation, their aura bristling with sharpness.
"Sect Leader, Uncle-Master," the five disciples approached the two men and bowed respectfully.
Su Boli nodded and said, "Follow me."
After speaking, Su Boli, with a grim face, headed toward the lakeside villas where the Special Ability Management Bureau had settled.