The thick smoke gradually dispersed.
The scent of scorched meat wafted from the doorway.
Fang Yi said flatly, "I don't like being disturbed. If you dare come provoke me again, it won't end this simply next time."
With a bang, the door shut.
Dust rose into the air.
Su Qingying let out a long breath. Straightening up, she sternly lectured them.
"You three were incredibly lucky this time."
"If this had happened two days ago, when the Spirit Association didn't interfere in conflicts between Pioneers, you'd have deserved it even if you were beaten to death!"
"This time, the captain spared your lives for the Spirit Association's sake. Having learned this lesson, you should know better now."
Su Qingying looked calm, but she was practically vomiting blood inside.
Please!
Who did they think they were, daring to provoke the officially appointed top figure of the Spirit Association—the captain of Tai City's Spirit Pioneer squad?
Even among geniuses, there were gaps.
There was a saying that fit perfectly: You thought you were extraordinarily gifted, but after decades of arduous cultivation, you could only become one of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers standing in Sun Wukong's way.
What made them think they were good enough?
"The Spirit Association will discipline you. Publicly provoking a city captain is nothing short of making trouble for the Spirit Association."
Su Qingying was truly speechless.
Pioneers these days were far too arrogant.
The Spirit Association had only just announced the captains.
Yet they already dared to provoke one. They were openly slapping the Spirit Association in the face.
Besides, outsiders might not know how formidable the Undertaker was, but the Spirit Association Headquarters certainly did. Someone who could seal an A+ anomaly alone was definitely the Spirit Association's top priority. How had they dared?
If Spirit