Gazing in the same direction, there stood a middle-aged man dressed in black robes, carrying the Seven-star Treasure Sword on his back.
He walked with the demeanor of a dragon and a tiger, exuding an extraordinary aura.
Leading a group of disciples down the street, passersby quickly moved aside, not daring to block their path.
"Supreme Sect Master?"
Jiang Fan's expression turned strange.
This sect master who single-handedly stirred up the Nine-Sect reporting frenzy, he remembered him well.
However,
He turned to glance at the carriage and asked doubtfully, "Do you have a grudge against the Supreme Sect Master?"
Yue Mingzhu didn't hold a grudge against him.
She was just afraid of being recognized!
"No, but I don't like him."
Yue Mingzhu peeked through the gap in the carriage curtain and noticed they had already walked far away, then breathed a sigh of relief.
She immediately became worried again:
"I don't know how many sect masters have come to this city."