"I thought of many people, but never you—the dog bastard who bites the hand that feeds him."
Outside Origin Holy City, within a vast mountain range, Yun Qiyue narrowed her eyes at the young man across from her.
The young man wore a white robe and had a lock of fringe hanging over his forehead.
He shot Yun Qiyue a sidelong glance, then flicked at his fringe again.
"Senior Sister, don't put it like that. What you said is far too harsh. I don't like hearing it."
The young man spoke with a smile.
His frivolous, unrestrained manner was enough to make anyone angry at a glance.
"Heh. I searched high and low for you without success. Who would have thought you'd deliver yourself right to my door?"
"Master cannot bring himself to act against you, so I'll clean house myself."
With a sweep of her hands, two curved blades appeared in Yun Qiyue's grasp.
Beneath the sunlight, the curved blades in Yun Qiyue's hands gleamed with waves of icy light.
One look was enough to tell they were no ordinary weapons.
"Senior Sister, you really are too hot-tempered."
"But I happen to like you when you're this hot-tempered."
"Do you really think I'd dare face you alone?"
The young man clapped his hands, and the surrounding void abruptly rippled with waves of disturbance.
Figure after figure stepped out of the void.
A glance around revealed thirteen of them in total.
Each one emanated the aura of a peak Daluo Golden Immortal.
"As long as Quasi-Saints don't interfere, it's all fair competition."
"Even if we cut you down here today, Heavenly Blade Sage won't have anything to say about it."
"Just these worthless chickens and mangy dogs?"
Yun Qiyue looked over the figures surrounding her, her face full of disdain.