Anyone who could appear on such an occasion was hardly the sort of spoiled, trouble-making scoundrel, let alone an utterly arrogant fool. The vast majority of them already shouldered the heavy burdens of their respective sects, and they naturally understood the weight carried by a familiar name like Mofan.
Wuyazi of the Tianji Sect stepped forward, snapped open the folding fan in his hand with a sharp crack, gently fluttered it a few times amidst the swirling snow, and spoke with an indifferent tone:
"Long time no see, Elder Su."
Chapter 366