Thinking that Ye Beiming's strength might be similar to Hei Yao's, Qing Yan Clan Chief didn't dare to act rashly. He could only look pleadingly at the High Priest.
"Qing Yan Clan Chief, the master brings you to the door; cultivation relies on the individual. This is a private matter between them, and we, as elders, should not interfere," the High Priest replied indifferently.
He deeply understood that Ye Beiming always acted with discretion.
Qing Yan Clan Chief's face turned pale with anger, and he could only glare with wide eyes, anxious and helpless.
"You, if you have the guts, just kill me," Qing Ya's face had turned a purplish hue from holding in his breath.
"Killing you requires no skill," Ye Beiming sneered. To him, killing Qing Ya was as easy as crushing an ant.
"I insulted that woman, what business is it of yours?" Qing Ya's eyes were rolling back; he couldn't understand why cursing the lowly one from the Sky Fox Clan concerned this star of disaster.
