For a split second, the four men froze. Their qi stagnated, and it felt as if a mountain had been dropped upon them, weighing them down immensely.
'How is this possible?!'
The pupils of the Profound Sky Peak disciple standing at the front contracted violently. He stared at Xu Yunfan in disbelief.
"Excuse me."
Those two simple words landed like heavy hammers.
The leader's fingers on his sword hilt went rigid. His knuckles turned white from the strain, yet he couldn't manage to draw his blade even half an inch.
As if pressed down by an invisible hand on their shoulders, the four men unconsciously parted to form a path.
He paused at the landing, then tossed a remark over his shoulder without looking back. "According to the rules of the Taoist Sect..."
The scales of his Dragon Scale Armor chimed like clashing gold and jade. "...you should address me as Senior Brother."
