Lin Pingfan wiped the blood from his face, a cheerful smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "I'm afraid the nine major sects won't be able to come and wish you a long life today."
This remark left Zhao Tianba slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"
With a grand wave of his hand, Lin Pingfan conjured nine large red invitations out of thin air, the names of the major sects written upon them in sweeping, dragon-like calligraphy.
Chapter 572