"Venerable, you have come from afar. We juniors failed to welcome you properly; please do not take offense!"
A delicate-looking, capable young woman dressed in a long white robe stood in the great hall. One hand placed before her chest, she lowered her head and bowed toward Zhang Qingyuan. Her voice, clear as wind chimes, echoed through the surrounding hall, making the very air within seem renewed.
"Someone from the Flying Immortal Alliance?"
Zhang Qingyuan held a Jade Slip in his hand, his Spiritual Sense carefully perusing the information within. He did not shift his gaze as he spoke calmly.
"Indeed. This junior was ordered by those above to come and offer you an apology."
The young woman lowered her head even further.
A sharp glint also surfaced upon her delicate, beautiful face.
"Those several fools who deserve ten thousand deaths not only delayed the Alliance's important affairs, but even dared to speak disrespectfully to you, Venerable. This junior has crippled all of their cultivation and cast them into prison. I await your sacred judgment!"
Zhang Qingyuan gave a slight shake of his head.
Yet he said nothing.
In truth, he had never taken the provocations of ants to heart.
But asking for mercy for those people and letting bygones be bygones was equally impossible.
Their fate would be left to them.
Having done wrong,
they had to be punished.
Having reached a realm where a mere stomp of his foot could shake an entire cultivation region, even if he showed no reaction, those below would take the initiative to resolve every nuisance for him.
And this
was precisely why Zhang Qingyuan had deliberately avoided so much trouble in the past,
devoting himself wholeheartedly to cultivation and raising his own strength.
"I've grown somewhat tired of staying in this place.