Wan Zirou looked at Xie Liuying with an amused expression and let out a disdainful snort.
The spirit energy reward is mine!
Meanwhile, within the inner academy.
Ye Chengjun looked at the report from the person before him, his expression gradually darkening. "So you still failed to catch that person?"
The Ye family disciple delivering the report nodded, his face pale.
He knew Ye Chengjun was moody and unpredictable, but this was the patriarch's order, requiring the message to be delivered verbally so no one else would learn of it. He had no choice.
"What a bunch of trash. Even Mahayana Stage cultivators were dispatched, yet you still couldn't catch him." Ye Chengjun sneered and waved a hand. The Ye family disciple before him was instantly separated from his head.
Ye Qingqing watched the scene, and her face instantly turned pale. Yet strangely, she did not feel there was anything wrong with what Ye Chengjun had done.
Instead, a faint feeling rose in her heart that this person deserved to die.
Ye Chengjun raised his eyes to glance at Ye Qingqing, this mortal, and said coldly, "What are you looking at? Clean this up."
Ye Qingqing's delicate body trembled. She hurriedly nodded and began cleaning up the corpse on the ground.
Seeing this, Ye Chengjun returned to his seat, his gaze icy. "Even the Mahayana Stage cultivators died. It seems that Defier of Fate has grown quickly! But it doesn't matter. Destiny is on my side!"
"One Mahayana Stage cultivator is no great loss to the Ye family. Still, it seems I need to apply some pressure."
Ye Chengjun was not the least bit concerned that pressuring the Ye family would be inappropriate.
That was because destiny was upon him. In others' eyes, any improper act would become reasonable. That