Chapter 1427 Martial Arts Convention
- Marcus Crawley knew exactly where he stood. He had just joined. He had zero footing. So he had to keep a low profile. If people told him to do something, he’d do it. If he couldn’t even manage that, he’d be no better than trash. And nobody in this world wanted to be trash. That’d be downright tragic.
- “Big Bro, where do crowds from other sects hang out?” Lightning asked.
- If they were going to collect nine weapons, it wouldn’t be easy. They had to make the first move. Otherwise, who knew how long they’d be waiting.