Soon, Saint Doctor's Gate's team disappeared from the middle-aged general's sight.
The man who was thrown out came back limping, with a hint of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Boss, why did you let that group of kids go? That big guy wasn't anything to be afraid of; he's just a Body Refinement practitioner! With our combined Formation, we could have easily killed them!"
The middle-aged general narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the carriage, saying, "Foolish and ignorant! It's not that big guy I'm afraid of, but the person inside the carriage. There's someone very powerful in there who could kill us all in the blink of an eye. Are you sure you still want to offend them?"
The man was taken aback, having not expected to hit a snag this time.
He couldn't understand how there could be a master among these people from the secular world.
"That said, Boss, are we just going to let this feud go? Wouldn't we lose face? A lot of people were watching just now!"
