บท 544: Force

The masked man slightly raised his head, just enough to meet Hao Xuan's glaring gaze.

A bout of silence followed after that lasted no more than 10 seconds. Silently, he lowered his bow and gestured towards the center of the crater where most of the Hall's cultivators were gathered.

He didn't say anything after that and neither did Hao Xuan.

Hao Xuan who was still riding Grey with the glaive in hand and urged him forward.

As Grey approached the roaring crowd of cultivators, several of them at the back stood up and turned around to face Hao Xuan.

Hao Xuan's eyes quickly darted back and forth between the faces of these ten or so individuals but he couldn't recognize any of them.

Behind them, most of the other cultivators were still engaged with the insect creatures in one way or another.

"Where is your protector?" Hao Xuan asked, prompting one of the cultivators to step forward.

It was a man in his early twenties. Bald, scars covering a majority of his head and face.