By then, even a storm of verbal condemnation would be enough to make the Wind-Thunder Hǒu Clan choke on its medicine.
Although the Yun Province Imperial Clan was Yun Province's strongest orthodoxy, the countless large and small factions scattered across Yun Province like stars on a chessboard were not to be trifled with either.
The light of Dao resonance stirred. Atop the Wind-Thunder Immortal Palace, Mi Tu slowly opened his eyes.
His calm gaze fell upon Lin Xuan, brimming with authority.
Yet Lin Xuan met his gaze without the slightest fear.
"Sharp-tongued!"
"Lin Xuan, you have yet to fully mature. This old man advises you not to bare your edge so brazenly."
Mi Tu avoided the weighty and dwelled on the light, directly changing the subject.
"What can you do about it?"
Lin Xuan spoke again, curling his lips in a grin laden with provocation.
Mi Tu's gaze darkened slightly. He forcefully suppressed his emotions and slowly closed his eyes, apparently no longer intending to pay Lin Xuan any heed.
"Enter the teleportation gate in an orderly manner!"
In the end, Mi Tu's airy words spread through the area.
"Feh!"
Lin Xuan spat, withdrawing his gaze from Mi Tu.
Then, he looked down from above at Mi Xin and the others still sitting sprawled on the ground and spoke indifferently.
"Keep your eyes open in the future. Don't provoke just anyone. First weigh whether you have the strength to do so."
Lin Xuan's words were no different from humiliation.
Mi Xin and the others' faces turned livid. They wanted to speak, but they felt an imposing aura descend upon them and immediately forced themselves to hold it in.
Mi Tu was stopping them. Clearly, he did not wish to stir up further trouble at such a critical juncture.
After speaking,