Not long ago, these old sect powerhouses were very interested in the extraordinary exceptional genius, Jian Wushuang. Even experts of several old sects had pondered over what they could offer to attract him.
But now, after seeing Grayrobe and especially the token, they all gave up.
They knew what his token implied: the people being preyed on by this horror force seldom escaped from the entire Nanyang Continent.
"Hmm, that guy can be proud of it. He should have the qualification to be preyed on by the horror force." Mo Lingtian sneered at this moment.
Experts of the 12 Dynasties and other old sects thereupon felt pity for Jian Wushuang and his adversity right now, but only Mo Lingtian was taking pleasure in his misfortune.
Nearby people shook their heads with resignation.
At this moment, all of them were sympathetically looking at Jian Wushuang who stood in the limelight.