The poised, handsome, and scholarly young master of the Xuan Branch was Xuan Luo.
The young master of the Mo Branch wore black robes, his gaze cold.
The beauty of the Qing Branch, dressed in white as pure as snow and radiating an icy aura, was Qing Shuang.
Taken individually, the three Ancient Clan prodigies were all monstrously talented geniuses with terrifying cultivation and extraordinary roots. Yet every one of them had to defer to Mu Chen, the Young Clan Leader.
"Once we leave the Ancient Saint Abyss, I'll send a letter to your clan."
"I'll ask the great figures of the Tailing Ancient Clan how they teach their juniors."
Mu Chen had no desire to waste words with Bai Xin'er.
Their standing was not equal. Every extra word he spoke only elevated her.
After casually tossing out those words, he led the Buddha Ancient Clan, the Northern Region Wen Family, and the two Quasi-Saint Maidens of the Tailing Ancient Clan away from the trading market, taking all three groups with him.
Bai Xin'er stood where she was, her face turning pale and then red. In the end, she could only leave dejectedly.
She had thought that winning over Xuan Luo, the young master of the Buddha Ancient Clan's Main Branch, would improve her odds of competing for the position of her clan's Saint Maiden. Who could have guessed that the Young Clan Leader, Mu Chen, would appear out of nowhere?
She had lost both the lady and the troops.
The stall owner, a frail old Upper Earth Sovereign, let out a long breath.
As both sides left, the looming disaster dissipated without a trace.
The remnant of that peerless ancient Sacred Artifact, the Vermilion Bird Earring, had been set to sell for eighty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid. Now neither