151 Supreme Black Gold Card

Qin Chuan landed on the ground, and his aura was akin to that of the creator. It lingered in the hearts of everyone present, pushing an unimaginable amount of pressure on them.

Masefield bowed slightly. He stood like a waiter in a western restaurant.

The elders' faces were ashen as if the sky was collapsing. They were in a daze and seemed even more aged.

There were twelve purple-robed elders behind them.

These purple-robed old men were similar to Masefield in that they all carried themselves with a humble attitude.

Qin Chuan glanced indifferently at them before retracting his gaze.

After a short silence, Masefield spoke up.

"Esteemed Eastern powerhouse, we don't know how we've offended you?" Masefield smiled bitterly.

Qin Chuan pondered and said, "You are the leader of your clan. Perhaps you can ask your clansman what she has done?"

With that, Masefield instantly thought of something.