Summit Farmer

Inside a high-end restaurant in the provincial capital, William Harrison sat at the center, accompanied by many people from cultivation factions. His disciples and women were seated at other tables.

This was prestige!

Looking at the situation where everyone was like stars surrounding the moon, William Harrison was in a good mood, having established a strong position among cultivators from various countries.

Looking at his disciples, William Harrison’s mouth also showed a smile. Although he was not a sect leader, his disciples and women combined were no less powerful than a sect.

At this moment, William Harrison suddenly focused his eyes, staring at his eldest disciple.

However, just as he looked over, he saw an evil spirit rushing straight towards his eldest disciple, Patrick Hill.

According to reason, Patrick Hill was the most formidable of William Harrison’s disciples, with a Qi Refining third level cultivation. He was only a little weaker than his master, but in terms of feng shui techniques, Patrick Hill’s comprehension was somewhat lacking. Although he was stronger than the average disciple, he was not always able to satisfy William Harrison.

Patrick Hill was from South Vietnam. Because he looked like a Hua-Chinese person, he was sent to Hua Nation as the advance party. The arrangements for some feng shui setups were his responsibility.

Before William Harrison could see clearly, the evil spirit had already entered Patrick Hill’s body.

At the moment when the evil spirit entered, William Harrison saw his elder disciple change, his eyes turning red, and then, without really understanding why, Patrick Hill had already picked up a wine bottle and smashed it on the second disciple beside him.

"**** it, I’ve never liked you! You even dare to snatch the woman I’m after!"