When the two Western Sect experts left, their faces were as pale as dried eggplants.
If he did not care about the demeanor of a great expert and was afraid that Zhao Gongming would beat him up again, he might have already cursed and yelled…
Anyone else would be angry if they were put in his position.
However, they could only lower their heads and leave dejectedly. They would return to the sect to enter seclusion for five hundred years and not wander around in the Primordial World.
After the two of them walked away, Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and focused. He recalled everything that had happened.
After a while, Zhao Gongming suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly. His laughter spread throughout a thousand kilometers.
"Hahahaha!"
Although Perfected Huang Long did not understand what was going on, he also laughed…
For a moment, the ocean was filled with the cheerful laughter of the old men.