C915 Heavenly Treasure

Zhen Yinjian did not care about the golden-haired man's weird gaze. He walked to the front of the Sect Head Hall and sat on the main seat.

"What's going on? Are you injured?" Zhen Yinjian sent a mental message when he saw the faces of the two elders of the Ghost Deer Tribe turn pale.

Although the two elders were not heavily injured, they seemed to have suffered from a great deal of pressure