Step, step.
Soft footsteps sounded on the special wooden stairs of the Qingyue Pavilion, yet with each step, the hearts of the immortals drinking fairy tea inside beat faster, their breaths growing somewhat difficult to control.
Every underground criminal syndicate in the Northern Ice Immortal City had clawed its way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, bearing a formidable and notorious reputation. Even the weakest among them could not be underestimated; aside from the five major legions and the immortals above the late Mystic Immortal realm in the main city, no one dared to provoke them.
Chapter 546