The Evil Sky Pavilion’s Style
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"So, you're here to look for trouble?" The disciple was shocked.
Tian Buji and Yao Qingquan turned to look at Sikong Beichen and Lu Zhou who were still on board the flying chariot.
The two of them did not answer.
At this moment, Yu Shangrong smiled faintly and said, "My apologies, that's indeed why we're here."
"…"
Nobody expected such a direct answer.
Not even the Ninth Temple, who was feared by everyone in the cultivation world, was as forthright as this when they carried out their business.
However, this was rather thrilling; there was no beating around the bush.
The disciple's expression changed as he waved to the others behind him. "Kindly wait here. I'll notify the sect master of this."
"Wait."
The disciple was taken aback.
Yu Shangrong turned around and cupped his fists at his master. "Master, shall I deal with these trivial matters?"
"Go."
Yu Shangrong nodded slightly and flew out.