She Yuan ultimately did not make another move. He merely deepened the Killing Intent in his heart toward Lin Ming, thinking that once they entered Dragon-Phoenix Haven, he would have plenty of chances to tear this ignorant kid to pieces.
Lin Ming paid She Yuan no further attention. He picked up the Spirit Tea on the table again and took a shallow sip. His ink-black eyes were calm as water, as though the tense confrontation just now had been nothing more than an insignificant interlude.
What surprised Lin Ming somewhat afterward was the identity of the woman in white. She was Qingyue, the Saintess from Myriad Saint Mountain, ranked fourth on the Dragon-Phoenix Record.
Fourth on the Dragon-Phoenix Record—one rank higher than She Yuan. No wonder she dared to step in and mediate at such a tense moment, and no wonder She Yuan treated her with such courtesy.
The weight carried by the words "Myriad Saint Mountain" in the Northern Domain was likely no lighter than that of Snake God Hall. In the eyes of some older experts, Myriad Saint Mountain's foundation might even be more unfathomable.
"Hehe, Sister Qingyue, you ruined such a fine show. How disappointing." A laugh dripping with seductive charm rang out at that moment, like a cat's claw lightly scratching at one's heart, making the bones of many young experts present go soft.
Ling Mei, who had been reclining sideways in her chair all this time, smiled as she looked at Qingyue. Light shimmered in her moist phoenix eyes, while her curved brows brimmed with captivating allure.
With merely a flicker of her gaze, the throats of many people present involuntarily bobbed as they swallowed with difficulty.
"If it is a good show you want, there will be plenty in Dragon-Phoenix Haven. By then, Sister