A Fight Between Two Factions

"Wan Hongan! Both of us are disciples from the seven great cultivation groups—why did you ambush me?!" Ye Jingwen glared furiously at the three cultivators in front of him.

The leader among them was a man around thirty to forty years old. His face wasn't bad, but his short, thin handlebar mustache made him look vulgar.

His gaze remained fixed on Ye Jingwen as he sneered. "Seven great cultivation groups? Hmph! Don't say such high-sounding things when you Xuanqing School people also benefited so much from this catastrophe. Now, with the demonic beast riot coming to an end, who in their right mind wouldn't try to gain something out of it?"