"Finally, someone worth looking at." Lin Yi withdrew his oppressive aura and studied Murong Xue.
There was no denying that the woman was impossibly beautiful.
Her skin was like ice and her bones like jade, her whole bearing ethereal. She looked like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.
"Answer my question," Murong Xue said coldly.
Though she faced an enemy whose strength was unfathomable, she was the sect master and could not show weakness.
"Mo Li, you tell her," Lin Yi suddenly said.
Mo Li froze, then hurried forward.
"Sect Master Murong, I'm Mo Li of the Mo family. Your Qingxia Sect seized our spirit stone vein and killed my father. I'm here today to demand an explanation!"
Murong Xue frowned. "The Mo family? That little clan?"
"So what if we're a little clan? Does that mean we deserve to be bullied?" Mo Li said angrily.
"Hmph. The strong prey on the weak. That's the law of the cultivation world," Murong Xue said disdainfully. "Your father was too weak. He deserved to die."
Mo Li trembled with rage at her words.
Lin Yi only smiled. "How noble of you to invoke the law of the strong preying on the weak. Then you won't mind if I treat your sect the same way, will you?"
Murong Xue sensed the killing intent in Lin Yi's words, and her expression shifted.
"Who exactly are you? Is it worth making an enemy of the Qingxia Sect for the sake of a little clan?"
"I already told you. I'm the one who's going to kill you." Lin Yi strode forward.
The ground shuddered with every step.
The Qingxia Sect disciples nearby retreated, not daring to approach.
Murong Xue drew a deep breath. She knew there was no escaping her fate today.
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