"There's no need for that." Qin Heng shook his head and said indifferently, "A mere small sect dares to invite me?"
"You!?" The Moonlight Divine Monarch's face instantly turned ashen with anger, and her once fair face was full of rage. She stared intently at Qin Heng, gritting her teeth, and said, "Heretic, do you think you can survive just because of that magic item in your hand?"
"Take me to the place where your Moonlight Sect stores ancient texts." Qin Heng completely ignored the words of the Moonlight Divine Monarch, looking at him with cold indifference, and said, "That way, I might spare your life."
"You? Spare my life!?" The expression on the Moonlight Divine Monarch's face was first astonished, then speechless. Looking at Qin Heng, she sneered, "Who do you think you are, to speak to me like that? Do you think you're worthy?"
