After Su Mo left, the old woman looked at the complicated expression on Ning Baixue's face and spoke:
"Holy Maiden, why should you humble yourself before some country bumpkin? Since when has our Holy Sect needed to watch anyone else's face before acting?"
Her tone was lofty, as though she were accustomed to everyone showing humility and respect before the Holy Sect.
Ning Baixue sighed. For the first time, the words of the old woman beside her stirred a rebellious feeling in her.
For the first time, her identity as the Holy Sect's Holy Maiden felt like a shackle!
"He saved my life last time in the Divine Realm," Ning Baixue said flatly.
The old woman froze, but did not take it seriously.
"And..." Ning Baixue looked at the old woman, no longer showing her former respect for a sect elder, and continued rather coldly, "he isn't some country bumpkin, either. He is Senior Mo Shangao's Seventh Direct Disciple!"
The old woman froze again, then immediately gritted her teeth in helpless anger. "That old... Mo Shangao stole our sect's Immortal Herb. Who knows why the sect master hasn't demanded an explanation, but instead acts as though nothing happened."
Ning Baixue did not answer the old woman again, even though she knew some of the reasons.
Ning Baixue looked at the elderly sword cultivator before her, who was staring fixedly in the direction Su Mo had left, his face full of resentment, and slowly said, "Take your own life!"
"What?"
The elderly sword cultivator froze, turning back to look at Ning Baixue in disbelief.
"Holy Maiden..." Even the old woman beside her looked incredulous, but Ning Baixue interrupted her as soon as she spoke.
Ning Baixue said coldly to the elderly sword cultivator, "You returned our sect's relic, and I agreed