Collecting Some Interest

Before anyone noticed, Bai Ze appeared behind him like a ghost, utterly silent and unseen. Not a ripple could be seen on his face; he was as still as a pool of tranquil water.

Yet within those deep eyes lurked a bone-chilling coldness, like a biting wind that mercilessly swept across the hearts of Qian Ping and the others.

But Qian Ping quickly began to laugh, as though he had never said those words. Smiling, he said, "I was only joking around with her! Surely Senior Brother Bai wouldn't take it seriously, right?"

"By the way, I particularly like your maid. I wonder if Senior Brother Bai would be willing to part with her?"

"After all, we're fellow disciples. I believe you'll give me this much face, won't you?"

"No."

Yet Bai Ze calmly spat out those two words, giving them no face whatsoever.

After all, just the fact that this man was Qian Feitian's brother meant that Bai Ze could never give him that face.

As Bai Ze's words fell, Qian Ping's expression instantly darkened, and the two lackeys beside him immediately stepped forward to speak.

"Senior Brother Bai, we give you face by calling you Senior Brother Bai, but you can't refuse to give us face!"

"Don't forget, having the status of a True Disciple doesn't necessarily mean you have strength to match it."

"If you know what's good for you, notify her! Otherwise, I'm afraid your face won't look too good in a moment."

"You're a True Disciple, but my boss's brother is also a True Disciple—and a late True God Realm expert. You have no way of comparing to him."

As they spoke, Divine Spirit Realm pressure radiated from their bodies, as though they were forcing Bai Ze to agree.

But this faint pressure was utterly