Faction

"Ha ha,"

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the coalition army.

"This request for help is really something," one voice jeered.

"There's no reinforcement from the Qianyuan Sword Sect, and Ye Wudao hasn't returned. Could it be that he—a Golden Core immortal—has lost his way?"

The crowd roared with laughter. One person added, "I don't think he got lost. Back then, Master Ye ran all the way from Zhennan Pass back to Cangzhou. He safely covered more than 10 million miles—let alone a few million miles now!"

"Brother, you're right. I forgot," another laughed.

Hearing the cold sarcasm, Ye Hongsheng's face turned pale. For the sake of the situation, he chose to endure it, though he knew not all Ye family cultivators could tolerate such insults.

Moments later, a young Ye family cultivator stepped forward, eyes red and hands folded, and declared, "Which Taoist friend said that just now? Please stand up!"