C1469 Fake Disciple

Zhuo Wanjian landed on the ground with his hands behind his back, looking at Ding Guan and the others with a cold gaze.

This gaze was as cold as the sword light.

Some of the weaker disciples immediately lowered their heads in fear after being swept by this gaze.

"How dare you disrespect the Shark Gang? Do you, old bones, think you've lived for too long?" Zhuo Wanjian said coldly