The group from the Gourd Immortal Sect stepped off their boat, and immediately, a burly elderly man walked toward Venerable Huo Yun.

"Huo Yun, you old fiend, I didn't expect to see you here," the elderly man sneered. "Running short on materials for that Saint Body of yours?"

Venerable Huo Yun looked at him with cold eyes. "Zhao Huaishan, are you still holding a grudge because I killed a few of your disciples? If you are, come at me. I guarantee that if you manage to kill me, the Flame Palace will not pursue the matter."

Venerable Huo Yun could not be bothered to feign politeness with Zhao Huaishan, given the bad blood between them. 

Zhao Huaishan’s expression darkened. With so many people watching, he could not afford to back down. However, he was not confident he could beat Venerable Huo Yun, let alone kill him. If he could, he would have done so long ago. 

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