As soon as they entered, they saw Jiang Fan and his two companions.
Slightly taken aback, evidently not expecting anyone to use the Transmission Array to come to the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple at this time.
The head of the Madhouse was a Seven Orifice Nascent Soul, Sanqian Shangren, who recognized the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master at a glance.
"Yun Tianzhou? Where do you come from?" Sanqian Shangren asked in surprise.
The Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple sheltered many small factions.
Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion was among them, so Yun Tianzhou was recognized.
But this kind of small faction actually able to use the Transmission Array?
Does Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion have that much face?
Seeing Sanqian Shangren, the Pavilion Master of Heavenly Mechanism appeared somewhat unnatural.
This Sanqian Shangren has always opposed the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple’s protection of various small factions.
Believing that these small factions offer little, cause many problems, and often require dispatching strong members to resolve issues.
This drags down the disciples’ cultivation in the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple.
Every encounter before now, Sanqian Shangren never showed a good face.
Today, without consulting the almanac, they met again.
He showed a respectful expression, neither servile nor overbearing: "Greetings, Sanqian Senior."
"It was due to White Horse Temple’s favor that we were able to utilize the array."
White Horse Temple?𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Since when are those bald monks so generous?
Sanqian Shangren showed suspicion:
"Long time no see, I see you in a new light."
"Being able to have connections with White Horse Temple."
His gaze fell on Jiang Fan on the side, despite Jiang Fan being surrounded by thunder, he saw through his cultivation at a glance.
"Second-stage Nascent Soul? When did your Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion have such a person?"
For a moment, the Pavilion Master of Heavenly Mechanism was unsure whether to reply truthfully.
Jiang Fan previously made a stir across the continent, stepping on the shoulders of the Three Divine Sects and Seven Great Sects’ prodigies, and soaring to the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road.
There’s no guarantee they won’t have opinions.
Sanqian Shangren already had opinions about Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, if he knew that was Jiang Fan, wouldn’t he have even more opinions?
Jiang Fan’s eyes shifted: "I am the Guest Elder of Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, the Tyrant."
Guest Elder?
Sanqian Shangren sneered: "What, Yun Tianzhou, did Bai Yu think it was disgraceful to be your Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s Guest Elder and reneged?"
"You choose a Second-stage Nascent Soul as Guest Elder?"
Hearing his disdain for Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
Jiang Fan calmly said: "Sanqian Senior, don’t you have urgent matters to attend to?"
"Chatting with us here, won’t it delay things?"
Though not clear what was said earlier, their expressions were hurried.
They should be very anxious.
Sanqian Shangren chuckled: "Young one, are you teaching an old man what to do?"
Jiang Fan said indifferently: "Yes, Senior, you don’t distinguish between urgency and postponement, I am reminding you."
To those with ill intentions, Jiang Fan need not show respect.
Sanqian Shangren’s face turned slightly cold: "Yun Tianzhou, this Guest Elder of yours is quite formidable?"
The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion Master broke out in cold sweat.
Was Jiang Fan being too reckless?
But thinking of Jiang Fan’s usual methodical actions, since he dared to confront Sanqian Shangren directly, he surely has confidence.
He calmly said: "His words represent Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion."
Sanqian Shangren squinted, a hint of anger emerging.
A sesame-sized small faction, making him lose face in front of a group of elders at the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple?
If he doesn’t assert himself, do they think the head of Madhouse is just decoration?
He is a Seven Orifice Nascent Soul, even the Hall Master of equal cultivation must show him respect!
"Then I want to test your Guest Elder, see what skills make you so convinced!"
Sanqian Shangren’s old eyes fixed on Jiang Fan, he waved his hand, intending to unleash a Divine Arts.