"Young Master Meng, please remain calm."
Although He Feiyang was somewhat displeased as well, he was, after all, the lord of a city, so he replied with a pleasant expression.
"Wait for whom? Who is worthy of making me wait?" Meng Lunhui said.
"The Holy Maiden of my Purple Cloud Holy Land," He Feiyang said calmly.
"Purple Cloud Holy Land? Nothing more than a third-rate force, yet it dares call itself a holy land?" Meng Lunhui said coldly, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"Young Master Meng, Azure Dragon Platform belongs to my Purple Cloud Holy Land, after all. You should watch your words," He Feiyang warned.
"What? Are you threatening me?" Meng Lunhui laughed.
"Do you believe that with a single order from this young master, Azure Dragon Platform, including all of Tianfeng City, will belong to our Ancient Reincarnation Land?"
Hearing the other party's arrogant words, He Feiyang said nothing more and merely closed his eyes.
There was no use talking to such a person. It would only deepen the conflict.
After Meng Lunhui appeared, the voices of everyone else in the pavilion had quieted considerably.
After a long while, He Feiyang's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, and he muttered, "She's here."
The next moment, a sonic boom came from nearby.
By the time everyone reacted, a figure was already standing inside the pavilion.
The figure stood seven feet tall, with eyes like blazing torches, brows like blades, and black hair that moved without wind.
Though she was a woman, she carried the heroic spirit of a man.
Her face was slender, with several strands of soft hair falling loose.
The long hair behind her head was all coiled up, and she wore a tight-fitting blue robe.
As soon as she arrived, He Feiyang hurriedly rose to greet her.