After the cultivators of the Zhuyan Palace arrived, they stood to the side and observed the ancient battlefield. They had no intention of communicating with any of the forces.
"They're so arrogant!" Zhai Tianfeng pursed his lips and said disdainfully.
Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "It's not what you think. The people of Zhuyan Palace are not insufferably arrogant. On the contrary, they are being humble by coming here without creating a spectacle."
It was Jiang Ming's first time seeing such a powerful force behave so inconspicuously, and he had other thoughts that he did not voice.
It was also at this moment that some cultivators from Zhuyan Palace walked over.
"Young man, can we talk?"
The representative of Zhuyan Palace spoke. It was a white-haired old man with a hunched back. Beside him was a young man and woman. They looked dignified and imposing.