C421 Mighty Hall

Ye Fann drained his teacup in one gulp and questioned, "Why must I pick a side? I'm just a newcomer."

"Come on, my dear brother," Liu Cong implored, quickly taking a seat across from him. "Do you really think they'll let you, the fifth strongest of the outer sect, just sit idly by yourself?"

When Ye Fann didn't even glance his way, Liu Cong waved a hand in front of his face