Wang Qingxian spoke in a lofty tone, not taking anyone present seriously at all.
Watching her unhurried manner, Ye Xin, standing to one side, was inwardly frantic, yet he did not dare speak for a long while.
Fuck, what pointless nonsense had she come here to spout? Why not just kill them all outright?
Anyone who did not know better would think she had fucking come to visit relatives.
Ye Xin was a Rogue Cultivator. Having made his way to this point step by step, he knew all too well just how deep the waters of the Star River Cosmos ran.
If you wanted revenge, you should settle it cleanly and decisively. Never waste time talking—the more you talked, the longer you delayed, and the greater the chance of unforeseen changes.
Unfortunately, Wang Qingxian had no such intention at the moment.
"Senior, we do not know anyone from the Immortal-Slaying Sect. Perhaps you have mistaken us for someone else?"
Wang Tian cupped his hands toward Wang Qingxian above him.
Bao Xiaotou had said that this person was at least at the fourth or even fifth level of the Golden Immortal realm, so Wang Tian still wanted to resolve this peacefully. If they could avoid fighting, they would.
"Mistaken?"
A trace of puzzlement flashed through Wang Qingxian's eyes.
"Is there someone among you named Ye Lin?"
Before Wang Qingxian could speak, Ye Xin could not help asking.
His face was full of urgency. He could not hold it in any longer. Fuck, this old hag was far too long-winded. Why did she not just go die?
Old hag, was she being so long-winded because she was waiting for them to call for reinforcements?
She had been so swift and decisive when breaking the formation just now. Why was she dragging things