"Just who are you?" The short old man's expression changed as he saw the woman in black reveal her true cultivation, and he barked the question.
"You're not qualified to know who I am." The woman in black's eyes were filled with heavy disdain.
"You!"
The short old man, used to being high and mighty, had never suffered such an insult. His face flushed red as the Primordial Qi around him began to roil. He was clearly burning with rage.
"The Taiyi Pavilion? I don't think they're anything special either."
Just as tensions reached a breaking point, Wen Qingye strolled in. He looked at the short old man and sneered.
"A disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect?" Upon seeing Wen Qingye, a flicker of killing intent appeared in the old man's eyes.
Wen Qingye took a deep breath, his icy gaze stabbing toward the old man like a sharp sword. "Since your Heaven-Burying Sect is affiliated with the Taiyi Pavilion, then you deserve to die too!"
