A Storm is Brewing

"Outer sect disciple Lin Fan needs to see the grand master." Lin Fan shouted as loud as he could.

"Shut up. Grand master is meditating. No one is allowed to disturb him, especially a mere outer sect disciple like you." Elder Qingfeng was now losing the little patience left in him. However, Lin Fan had no time to listen to the elder. He knew if he did not see the grand master now, he would not be able to see him again.

On the side, Meng Yangquan was shocked. He did not think Lin Fan would shout like that. He knew it was forbidden to speak loudly in front of the ninth palace. However, it seemed that it was the only way to get to the grand master, especially when this Elder was blocking their way.

"Disciple Meng Yangquan needs to see the grand master. This is about the survival of the sect..." Meng Yangquan used all his power to shout, sounding like lions and dragons roaring together.