C1015 Zhao Jian's death!

"Ta ta ta!"

Following the sound of messy footsteps, a thick browed, large eyed, round faced middle-aged man, controlling a middle-aged man in his fifties, and together with a middle-aged man in his forties, walked into the great hall of the Howling Firmament Sect's sect master.

"Zhao Jian!"

In front of the main seat in the hall, Qiao Beidou stood proudly