"You all just wait a moment."
"Once my apprentice nephew returns, I'll inform you."
The visitors from the Cyan Emperor Race felt a surge of anger for no reason.
Yet they dared not actually argue with Su Yu here.
Due to certain issues with their arrival, they could only remain silent, simmering with anger yet unable to express it, thus accumulating a lot of frustration.
When they returned to the accommodations prepared by the Four Seasons Sect, Song Qiao angrily cursed, "How dare that human woman look down on our Cyan Emperor Race like this?
Back when our race was flourishing, the Human Race was still living primitively!
If it weren't for our Demon Race's Holy Mother..."
"Silence!" Even the willow tree had turned black, wrapping Pine directly with its nimble willow branches, its tone sinister:
"How dare you casually mention the Holy Mother!"
"How dare you!"
