"Brother Ling Zhenzi, I told you long ago there was no future in serving as Rakshasa Sea's hired muscle. Look, this kid recognizes me but not you."
The masked Daoist said nothing. He merely gave Su Che a meaningful look.
High Person Jialeng sneered. "Your Highness, this man claims to belong to the Jade Sun Orthodoxy, but I'd say he's most likely a heretic..."
"When it comes to heretics, who could compare with you?"
Su Che shot back at once. "I hear some members of the Witch Sect marry their own sisters to have daughters, then marry those daughters, and finally devour the grandchildren once they're born. All to purify their bloodlines and hope to rise to the next grade. Is there any truth to that?"
Su Che had made up the part about marrying daughters on the spot. Surely even the Witch Sect's members would not be that deranged. Still, there was a certain logic to it.
After all, isn't purifying your bloodline the foundation of your cultivation?
"Absurd."
High Person Jialeng's single eye nearly spat fire.
"What an arrogant wretch. Let's see what you're made of."
"High Person, hold. He possesses Returning Wind Withered Snow Sword Qi. Best leave him to Jade Sun Mountain."
Gongshu Yun walked in from outside. After taking Su Che's blow head-on, his blood and qi were still churning, and the flush had yet to fade from his face.
His taunts had hit their mark. He had drawn the hostility of two formidable experts, High Person Jialeng and Gongshu Yun. Su Che looked toward Princess Ning'an at the head of the gathering.
Now it was time to test her mettle and see whether she truly knew how to manage people or was all show.
Princess Ning'an did not answer, but Su Che gained an