The blood-robed man’s face was covered by the mask that revealed only his eyes. He gently moved a few steps and said with a strange smile, “I’m the disciple of the Central Province’s North Yin Sect, Cao Bin.” 

After he finished speaking, he closed in on Zhao Jiuge and continued, “I don’t blame you for not knowing about my North Yin Sect, you little brat. It looks like you’re a new disciple who hasn’t formally entered the inner sect yet.”

Looking at Zhao Jiuge’s confusion and fear, the skinny man let out a weird laugh.

Although Zhao Jiuge was a bit flustered, he worked hard to stabilize his emotions. He retreated a few steps and loudly asked, “Since you’re a disciple of the North Yin Sect, why...