Everyone arrived at the Spirit Sect Mountain gate, but Ding Fan did not lead the group through the entrance.
"Why aren't you taking us into the mountain gate?" Shi Zhongxin asked in a somewhat puzzled tone.
Ding Fan cast a cold glance at Shi Zhongxin.
With just that one look, Shi Zhongxin couldn't help but shudder. That gaze was akin to a savage beast.
Shi Zhongxin was utterly confused—how could a mere Spirit Sect disciple exude such an overbearing presence?
"Shi Zhongxin, do you really think Spirit Sect is unaware of your intentions?" Ding Fan's tone turned solemn.
"You... what are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean..." Although Shi Zhongxin feigned calm on the surface, he was profoundly anxious on the inside.
"Even now, you refuse to repent! Your plan to bring Gui Li here to seal Spirit Sect's spatial passage has already been exposed. Treating Spirit Sect like this—do you believe Spirit Sect's blade won't kill?" By now, Ding Fan had nothing left to hide.
