“*Rumble*!
Outside of Qingyang Town, a red river that gave out a menacing aura swiftly flowed by, causing dust clouds to form in its wake.
“Sect Leader, that boy is clearly stalling for time. What need was there to agree to his wager?” At the front of the group, the sinister-looking elderly man was somewhat unsatisfied as he glanced at the town behind them while talking to Wei Tong who was beside him.
“The Lin Family’s strength had somewhat exceeded my expectations. An Initial Yuan Dan Stage plus a young Symbol Master who could have possibly reached the 2nd Seal level. If they really went at us with their lives on the line, even if our Blood Cloth Sect could exterminate the Lin Family, we would pay a huge price.” Wei Tong had a chilly expression on his face as he icily said.
“Currently, our Blood Cloth Sect is contesting for territory with the Iron Mountain Sect. It would not be worth it for us to sustain too huge a loss here.”