637 Twists and Turns Enrage the Patriarch

"Heavens, it's actually true! Those ten or more Footloose Sect Honor Guards are all figures who could shake the entire area with the stomp of a foot. And they all… actually owe a favor to the Zhang Clan!"

"The old Zhang Clan Patriarch was only at the early Core Formation stage. How could he get these people from the Footloose Sect to owe him a favor?"

The crowd was abuzz, and the Zhang Clan were standing there wide-eyed.

"Was the Patriarch… really so illustrious back in the day?" thought Zhang Wenfang. She looked a bit dazed. She had never heard such a matter spoken of back in the Clan. In her memory, before the Patriarch died, although he'd had a few friends, few were the sincere type. Besides, he had been dead for so long that any friendly sentiments had long since faded away.

Were that not the case, the Clan wouldn't have been forced into the dead end they had been, with no choice but to give up their island and come to this place.