The two people from the Glazed Sword Sect, a man and a woman, were a handsome couple with extraordinary bearing.
But after they appeared, they paid no attention to the people of the Southern Domain. The coldness and impatience in their eyes made it seem as if they had no desire to be here at all.
Both their gazes were fixed on Hou Mubai.
"Hou Mubai, for the sake of the Hou Family, our Glazed Sword Sect already agreed to give the Southern Domain this slot. Why did you still make us come all this way?"
"Was that really necessary?"
"Do you have any competitors in the Southern Domain?"
"Is a backwater like this worth the trouble of making a trip?"
The man spoke with unmistakable displeasure, clearly reluctant to come here at Hou Mubai's request.
"It was necessary!"
"What I, Hou Mubai, want is to become the Southern Domain's Number One Sword Sect fairly and openly, and thereby take part in the Burial Sword Convention."
"Besides, I'm participating as a member of the Evil Sword Sect, not as a member of the Hou Family."
"Coming here won't take up much of your time."
"How do you know the Southern Domain truly has no one?" Hou Mubai said gravely.
"Anyone here? I don't see anyone."
"You mean them?"
"Don't make me laugh. If it weren't for you, the Southern Domain wouldn't even qualify to know about the Burial Sword Convention."
The man's words filled the people of the Southern Domain with anger. He was openly looking down on them, belittling the entire Southern Domain.
Anger aside, they weren't foolish enough to provoke the Glazed Sword Sect recklessly. They might not be able to bear the consequences.
If anyone was to blame, it was their own inferior strength. That was why