"Little Wang, you fear Zhao the Defender, do you not fear me?"
A chilling voice echoed as Yin Luo descended from the mountain, his eyes icy as he overlooked the Wang-named Foundation Establishment disciple.
The complexion of the Wang-named disciple changed drastically, and he respectfully saluted, "I have seen Elder Yin! I am only following orders! Please forgive me, Elder Yin!"
Yin Luo said coldly, "Let them pass, I'll take responsibility for any issue!"
"Yes, Elder Yin!"
The Wang-named Foundation Establishment disciple responded respectfully, waving his hand, and the crowd made way.
Yin Luo and those ten cultivators then entered Yizhi Mountain.
"Immediately report everything that has happened here to Elder Zhao!"
Only after Yin Luo and the ten cultivators had disappeared without a trace did the Wang-named disciple order a disciple from Yunluo Immortal City beside him.
"Yes!"
The disciple from Yunluo Immortal City responded and quickly left.