"Xiao Xun."
The Guisha City Lord stood with hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yi.
"I ask you one final time, would you be willing to take the position of Chief Guest Elder?"
Xiao Yi, similarly, was staring at the Guisha City Lord.
Two faces concealed by masks, two pairs of cold eyes meeting each other.
The Guisha City Lord's tone was light.
Yet to Xiao Yi's ears, it sent a shiver down his spine.
In the air, a chilling aura was growing stronger.
The eight people nearby suddenly had a dramatic change in their expressions.
Xiao Yi's heart sank as well.
This chilling aura resonated with him instantaneously.
Even his always steadfast Dao Heart seemed on the verge of crumbling.
Xiao Yi's heart tightened; if he wasn't mistaken, this was a Sword Cultivator, and a terrifyingly strong one at that.
This kind of chilling Sword Dao aura, it was the first time he had ever felt it.
"No." Xiao Yi suddenly opened his mouth and shook his head.
