For a moment, the Spirit Grotto fell silent, save for the breathing of the six people inside.
After all, this was a contest before a crowd of witnesses. Attacking without a word would have been too rash. After a brief silence, the young man leading the Myriad Treasures Sect spoke mildly.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, our two sects are the only great treasure-forging sects in Vein-Wandering Prefecture. The contest over this Spirit Grotto ought to be a contest of treasures as well. Your sect has brought in outside help—aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
Though his question was directed at Shen Qinglu, his gaze remained fixed on Lu Xuan.
He could not ascertain Lu Xuan's identity and did not wish to rashly mock a disciple of a great sect, so he pointed at the mulberry to curse the locust, using Shen Qinglu as his target.
Shen Qinglu's expression did not change. "If this were merely a contest of treasures and treasure-refining arts, everyone in our sect would gladly oblige. Never mind one match—we could fight ten or a hundred. But first, please remove the Grand Hua Treasure Cauldron overhead and leave our sect's formation immediately."
He had not spelled it out, but this was already an extremely harsh accusation.
You're already playing the fucking bandit, stealing our sect's ancestral Spirit Grotto, and now you want to lecture me about righteousness?
Who should be afraid of becoming a laughingstock here?
Xie Huaibi narrowed his eyes at those words.
An opportunity to comprehend this character was hard to find, and the Treasure-Forging Sect's Spirit Grotto was a rare chance.
The instant the pearl appeared, all stellar power in the Spirit Grotto froze like a sculpture, as though an invisible force had nailed the stars' power in midair.
The Mars Seventeen-Star Art.
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