Command

Ling Han knew that they were all people who were born with a halo of trouble. Wherever they went, they would cause trouble.

However, they had just arrived, and trouble had already befallen on them. This still made him grit his teeth.

This was too disrespectful, wasn't it?

Ling Han and the others exchanged looks, and all of them smiled.

"You guys… are you sure you want to do this?" Ling Han asked.

There were a total of seven of them, and they were all Sect Masters. Furthermore, they were all high-level Sect Masters. Although they looked young, each of them had lived for about ten thousand years.

Thus, these seven people were most likely the Dao Child of some Holy Land, who had been brought here by the Saint of their forces.

They gathered together for warmth, but still felt that this canyon was dangerous and unpredictable, and wanted others to take the lead.

However, they were really too jumpy.