"It's him!"
Nearby, someone let out a low cry.
"Sect Master, this person once commented on the sword techniques of the disciples of the various sects at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's gathering. His judgment is extremely unique."
The speaker was a one-eyed man with a look of hatred.
"At that time, one of my eyes was injured. He said that my Duanhua Sword Sect's swordsmanship was unbalanced and the injury was expected."
As his voice fell, an old man in a purple robe walked out of the shadows.
This person was tall and had an extraordinary aura. His hands were behind his back, and his eyes seemed to be flickering with starlight.
"Senior Zuo Yao, the Sect Master of the Duanhua Sword Sect?"
Han Muye turned around with a smile on his face.
"I really didn't expect the master of a sect to be reduced to doing chores for the demons."
Han Muye's words made the old man's expression turn cold.