"Bitch!"
A furious shout rang out, loud enough to seemingly burst their eardrums.
"Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
The speaker was a disciple of the Joyous Union Sect. His face twisted with rage, and he tightly gripped a Sharp Sword that gleamed with cold light. Its blade trembled slightly; clearly, he was furious.
Behind him stood more than eighty other Joyous Union Sect disciples, all armed with Sharp Swords. Bristling with aggression like a pack of hungry wolves, they surrounded Senior Sister Zhao and her fellow disciples.
Yu Manfeng's expression instantly turned ugly as well. He had never imagined these Plain Maiden Sect disciples would be so arrogant and overbearing, treating them as though they were beneath notice.
"You sluts!"
Seeing this, the shifty-eyed disciple pushed his luck even further and snapped coldly,
"You're courting death! If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and apologize to me right now, or you'll be in for a world of pain!"
His voice dripped with threats and intimidation, sending a chill through those who heard him, while his filthy, hairy hands began to wander.
But Senior Sister Zhao and the others were not cowed by his bluster. Instead, they straightened their backs and met his gaze without fear.
"Junior Sister Zhao,"
Cheng Fengyan stepped forward, gently waving the Peach Blossom Fan in his hand with an air as calm as drifting clouds and a light breeze.
"Our two sects have always been on excellent terms. Many disciples of your Plain Maiden Sect are cultivation partners of our Joyous Union Sect members.
"We bear you no ill will at all. Why must you be so wary of us?"
Though his words were gentle, their deeper implications gave one plenty to ponder.
**"Ah!