Chapter 611: True Lord Fish-shaped Jade Talisman

Salvatore Casson raised a brow. *Isn't this Ancient Immortal Sect territory?* Judging by their clothes and bearing, neither of them belonged to the sect. Unhurried, he tucked the Starlight Herb away before he spoke. "I go where I please. I don't need anyone's permission." The male Cultivator looked to be in his twenties, with a narrow face and thin, sharp eyes. He snorted and jabbed a finger at Salvatore Casson. "Kneel." Those two words carried something strange and heavy. Salvatore Casson felt...