Cold Moon Sect
Zhao Lingyao clearly understood what Jiang Chen meant. He had no intention of giving up his seat. Zhao Lingyao was, after all, the daughter of a major power. In terms of status, she was far above the Murong Yue before them.
The Cold Moon Sect was no match for the merchant guild behind Zhao Lingyao.
However, Zhao Lingyao currently had no other experts behind her to command the situation—only Jiang Chen. She also kept a low profile while following Jiang Chen. Even if she had an expert at her side, Zhao Lingyao could not be as overbearing as Murong Yue.
People from the merchant guild were generally courteous when dealing with others. After all, those in business believed that harmony brought wealth.
"This inn isn't yours. What right do you have to drive us away? If you have the ability, buy the inn and then make us leave," Zhao Lingyao said indifferently.
"What? How dare you defy me?" Murong Yue flew into a rage when she heard Zhao Lingyao's words. Seeing that Zhao Lingyao was even more beautiful than herself only made her intensely jealous.
Murong Yue had finally found an excuse to make a move.
"Bitch, who do you think you are to speak to me?" After saying that, Murong Yue swept her palm toward Zhao Lingyao, intending to strike her to death.
This was the territory of the Cold Moon Sect. Wherever she went outside, everyone treated her with utmost respect.
Yet Murong Yue's hand was suddenly blocked by a powerful force, which then sent her staggering backward.
Jiang Chen had made his move.
Zhao Lingyao had been terrified just now and had even closed her eyes. In her current state, she was no match for Murong Yue. But how could Jiang Chen possibly allow