"Brother Chu, why isn't that person moving?"
In the distance, atop a throne formed by two coiling dragons, Chu Jingming sat with Ru Xue nestled against his chest, watching the motionless Ye Lin in the distance as she spoke softly.
"Heh, perhaps he's scared."
"It's normal for cultivators from small places to lack the sense to know their own measure."
"Refusing to admit defeat or lower his head for the sake of pride—those are normal reactions."
"But it depends on the situation. People have to pay the price for what they do."
Casting Ye Lin a glance, Chu Jingming said with a light laugh.
He made no effort to conceal his words; they echoed throughout the venue.
Countless powerhouses turned to look at Ye Lin.
Then, one after another, they fell silent.
A single Chu Jingming had suppressed the countless Daluo Golden Immortal powerhouses here until none of them dared so much as fart.
The Daluo Golden Immortals present had once been peerless prodigies in the eyes of others, prodigies who had driven others into despair.
Yet here, they did not even dare let out a fart.
"Oh, all right then."
After saying that, Ru Xue silently lay against Chu Jingming's chest.
Ru Xue, who had been so overbearing earlier, was now curled up in another's arms like a little cat.
"The world here is still far too small. Compared to the entire Eastern Region, Cloud Province truly amounts to nothing."
"Compared with the entire Eastern Region, the cultivators of Cloud Province are each like children just learning to speak."
Stroking Ru Xue's hair, Chu Jingming said with a smile.
His words made the surrounding powerhouses grind their teeth in fury.
But none of them could do anything to Chu Jingming.
No one dared refute him. No one dared resist.