"You bunch of useless fools! Both the Spirit-Gathering Banner and Baili Chengfeng were in your hands, yet you've somehow managed to end up in such a pathetic state!" Frost covering his face, the white-haired Daoist glared at the Daoist holding the banner, reached out his hand without a shred of politeness, and snapped, "Hurry up and give the Spirit-Gathering Banner back to me! Leaving such a treasure in the hands of an incompetent fool like you is nothing short of squandering a divine object!"
Upon hearing this, the banner-holding Daoist shuddered violently as if struck by lightning, and sheer terror instantly washed over his already paper-white face.
With trembling hands, he gingerly raised the Spirit-Gathering Banner and presented it to the white-haired Daoist.
Chapter 382