Mu Qinglan merely stared coldly at the Crow Daoist, without saying a word.
It was not that she did not want to explain. She simply had no idea how!
Surely she could not announce in front of all these people that a Qi Refining Stage disciple of their Azure Cloud Sect was undergoing a Foundation Establishment Heavenly Tribulation?
Indeed, after their earlier analysis, these sharp-eyed old fellows had already arrived at another suspicion-this could very well be a Foundation Establishment Heavenly Tribulation.
But that possibility was so utterly inconceivable that when one of the old fellows first suggested it, the others treated it as a joke and mercilessly ridiculed him.
Of course, their discerning eyes could also tell that there was no sign whatsoever of a supreme treasure emerging here.
Forget a supreme treasure-there was not even an unusual treasure.
The only reason they continued to press the issue was to seize this opportunity to extort a hefty sum of "hush money" from the Azure Cloud Sect, enough to seal all their mouths.
After all, kicking someone when they were down and looting a burning house were the lowest-cost, highest-profit businesses in this Cultivation World, where the strong devoured the weak!
Especially when it came to the Azure Cloud Sect, a declining sect that had nearly become a commander without an army, with no one backing it.
Ordinarily, they could find no opening. But once an excuse presented itself, everyone wanted to tear off a mouthful.
Unfortunately, they had picked the wrong target.
Mu Qinglan had not grown up eating nothing but vegetables!
Her expression abruptly darkened, murderous intent blazing in her eyes, and her voice turned as cold as ice frozen for ten thousand years.
"You have three breaths to get the hell out of my sight!"
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