Chapter 1942

"It’s not completely incurable." A voice came from the entrance of the Sky Horde Sect. Amell rushed out with a group of disciples after he heard the voice. Upon a closer look, a large muscular man in a floral jacket was walking over with a red mink. Amell immediately detected a demonic presence on the red mink, so he asked cautiously, "May I ask who you are?" "Oh? This guy is quite discerning!" said the man next to the red mink. "I'm from the Davenports from the Eastern District of the Northern Territory, and this is Lady Harkin." "Eastern District of the Northern Territory? The Davenports? Are you from Lindejon Collective?" The man replied, "Indeed. No need to worry, sir. We're here to help you." "Help me?" Amell was surprised. "I don't need a cultivation breakthrough, and I didn’t ask for help from the immortals. Where is this coming from?" "Hahaha, there's no need to play dumb with us. We're here for your disciple, Clint." "Clint?" Amell was surprised. The man explained,