The atmosphere in the hall froze, becoming suffocating.
Master Wu Zun's sharp gaze was fixed on Ye Xuan, his killing intent palpable.
But Ye Xuan remained relaxed. He gently blew on the tea leaves floating in his cup, took a light sip, and then slowly set it down. "Heh, Master Wu Zun, was I wrong?" he said lightly. "Everyone knows the state of your Divine Walk Commerce Association. Calling you a has-been or good as dead might be an exaggeration, but to say you're in decline is definitely not. I won't elaborate on how bleak your Spirit Medicine Market has become; a simple comparison between the foot traffic in your building and the Tianya Commerce Association's across the street says it all. To claim you have no spirit medicine materials is a lie fit for fools. At the end of the day, the Divine Walk Commerce Association is just scared of the Qin family and doesn't dare to do business with us."
