"They tore up my calling card and sold it at the Market. What does this mean? They have no regard for me—no regard for the Light Palace!"
Zhu Lianhua was furious. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Wang Shuang, standing beside him, also felt somewhat awkward.
This Shinguang Sect truly had no idea how to conduct itself.
He knew Zhu Lianhua had sent a calling card to Seven Colors Peak, but he had never expected it to be torn up and end up circulating in the Market.
After choosing his words carefully, he said, "I've long heard that Seven Colors Peak's chief disciple is mad as a hatter and acts unlike ordinary people. He was probably the one who sold this card!"
Wang Shuang did not mention the Seven Colors Peak Lord, intending to steer the conflict toward Qi Yuan instead.
After all, he feared Zhu Lianhua might act on impulse and provoke the Seven Colors Peak Lord, who was suspected to be at the Divine Infant Late Stage.
But provoking a mere Qi Refining disciple was nothing worth worrying about.
"Hmph. Without that bitch Ruan Yixi's permission, would her disciple dare sell my calling card?" Zhu Lianhua transmitted, his expression already calm.
If Jiang Lingsu had been here and heard Zhu Lianhua's transmission, she would definitely have said: Senior Brother would dare.
"Fellow daoist Zhu, watch your words. This is a Market under the Shinguang Sect!"
"Hmph, we're only transmitting our voices. What is there to fear?" Zhu Lianhua continued transmitting.
Hearing this, Wang Shuang despised him even more inwardly.
You clearly knew fear and did not dare curse them to their faces, so why put on such an arrogant front?
"Fellow Daoist, are we still going to the Shinguang Sect?" Wang Shuang asked tentatively. "Should we go