But the man before him was, after all, the other big shot, the Black Wind Village Chief, and this person had a very good private relationship with the Sect Leader; even the rumors in the Martial World were a bit off, so the Sect Leader should not be raging with anger.
"Being late is just being late; what's the big deal? I was flying in the sky on a bird, who can time it down to the second?"
Jiang Dali walked indifferently to the side of the Cloud Chariot, carelessly lifted the cloud drape, and looked inside at Dongfang Bubai.
Two Divine Sect Elders were taken aback.
However, what they faced was the flashing of several pink shadows.
Qiao Feng's expression became stern.
Jiang Dali snorted lightly; his fingers moved as if they were plucking a pipa—tapping, plucking, flicking, rubbing, and grasping, already employing the skills of One Yang Finger, easily flicking away several silver needles.
