Zhao Ding sneered: "Sect Master really overestimates this Zhao's abilities; I am not capable of inviting Young Master Ye Xuan."
"If not you, then who?" Han Danxia said coldly.
"Someone, seize this scoundrel!" Han Danxia waved his hand grandly.
However, after Han Danxia spoke, no one responded to him.
Firstly, Zhao Ding's sudden burst of strength was beyond everyone's imagination; secondly, because of Zhao Ding's words, they were also very interested.
It was clear that eighty thousand years ago, something must have happened in the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, otherwise Zhao Ding wouldn't have spoken like that, and Han Danxia wouldn't be so afraid.
Inside the Ancestor Artifact Hall, now everyone could see that something was wrong with Han Danxia.
"What do you mean by this?" Han Danxia's face darkened slightly, his gaze turned cold: "Now that the external threats to our Sect are imminent, do you really want to defy the orders of our Sect and cause us to fall apart?"
