The voice of the disciple guarding the mountain gate echoed across the entire sect in an instant.
As Meng Bai stepped out of his small courtyard and arrived at the mountain gate of the Zhaoyang Sect, Zhao Zhengming was supporting the injured True Lord Zhaoyang with a worried look on his face. "Master, how are your injuries?"
True Lord Zhaoyang spat out a mouthful of dark, foul blood.
Chapter 134