A vicious glint flashed through Zhao Tianhai's eyes.
All of a sudden, toward these people at the very bottom—
He had always looked down on them.
Beside him, Qian Xiaonuo shook his head and explained, "Qin Jiuge isn't some commoner with no strength to truss a chicken, but someone who cultivates."
For an instant, Zhao Tianhai's expression changed briefly.
But in the space of a moment, it returned to normal again.
He only gave a faint, soft laugh. "So what?"
"In the end, he's nothing but an ordinary low-level cultivator. In Yanming City, aside from our Four Great Families, everything else is utterly unimportant."
This time, Qian Xiaonuo did not refute him either.
Because even from the bottom of his heart, he thought exactly the same.
In the end, the Four Great Families were the ones who rightly deserved to be the true masters of Yanming City.
Whether dragon or tiger, once they reached this territory, they had to obediently listen to the Four Great Families. There was no exception.
"All right, Brother Zhao, don't bring him up anymore."
"Next, we're going to attend the Sacrificial Ceremony of the Evil God. That's what matters most to us."
A bright smile appeared on Qian Xiaonuo's face.
Clearly, he had indeed already tossed Qin Jiuge's matter to the back of his mind.
Naturally, Zhao Tianhai was the same.
He gave a hearty laugh and blinked slightly. "Then I'll listen to you in everything. In any case, these lowly wretches can be dealt with sooner or later."
"To us, they're naturally not the least bit important."
The two hit it off at once, and immediately after, they rushed madly toward the Evil God's temple.
That was what was crucial to them. Everything else was in vain.
At this time, Qin Jiuge had just