"Fellow Daoist Han turns out to hail from Tian Luo. Cultivators from your region are rarely seen here in Great Jin. Whatever the reason may be, since you've killed an elder of the Yin Sifting Sect and taken the Ghost Sifting Banner, this grudge won't be easily resolved," near the stone kiosks, Hua Tianqi said with a surprised expression.
He had just finished listening to a rough account from the elderly man surnamed Fu and was truly astounded.
The others were similarly abuzz, all eyeing Han Li with a strange curiosity. Tian Luo was quite remote for them. In the eyes of the Great Jin realm of immortal cultivators, it was almost a place not worth mentioning. The fact that the person before them came from there, and had also incited trouble with the Yin Sifting Sect, roused their curiosity even more.
