"Do you recognize him?" the Grandmaster asked, with qi and blood flowing tangibly around him, two flames hovering behind his head,
emitting a radiance as dazzling as a red sunset, illuminating the entire camp!
"The Grandmaster has made a move!" Wei Lingzhu was startled, instinctively taking a step back, not forgetting to pull the young man beside her along.
The young man remained expressionless, quietly observing.
In the distance, many cultists turned pale. The Grandmaster who never intervened suddenly took action today,
and a steward from the Western Sect forcefully suppressed his fear:
"Is the Grandmaster trying to make things difficult for our Western Sect?"
The Grandmaster didn't even glance at him, and with just a thought, the cultist being held captive was drawn near:
"Do you recognize him?"
The cultist struggled, and under tremendous pressure, began bleeding from his seven orifices, managing to speak with difficulty:
"Rec... recognize!"
