Phantom Zhenren's gaze was piercing.
Her gaze swept across them like a razor's edge, as if she wished to subject these cultivators to death by a thousand cuts!
"Damn you!"
"You traitors of the sect! You all deserve a gruesome death!"
"The Far South Continent is our sect's greatest secret. Developing even a fraction of this vast land could sustain our sect's fortune for a millennium."
"Yet you leaked its existence to outsiders. How can you face Ancestor Qiuya after such a shortsighted act?"
Phantom Zhenren's eyes blazed with fury as she interrogated them in a cold voice.
As the governor of Hope Port, Phantom Zhenren was keenly aware of just how bountiful this continent was.
To date, the profits brought to the Nanyaoguang Corporation from developing a mere fraction of it already exceeded two million Spirit Stones annually!
In a way, the Far South Continent was like an endless, inexhaustible Three Treasures Grinding Wheel.
