The steward looked up toward the voice and saw that it came from a room on the eighth floor. After a moment's thought, he knew which sect it was.
Under the rules of the Precious Tree Residence, he could not reveal their identity. He smiled and said, "What makes you say that, friend?"
The cold, sinister voice said, "Enough talk. We must have the Spirit-Calming Borneol. Hurry up and start the auction."
The steward was slightly angered by this, but forced himself to remain calm and said gently, "We are all fellow cultivators. Why press us so hard?"
The man sneered. "What is wrong with following the rules?"
The steward narrowed his eyes slightly. Could he be here to cause trouble? His expression cooled as he said, "You should know that this is Chaonan City."
"Of course I know this is Chaonan City."
The man in the eighth-floor room said mockingly, "Why not simply invoke the great name of the Green Mountain Sect?"
The steward said coldly, "And what if I did? Would you dare show disrespect to Green Mountain?"
"Of course not. But do you think the Green Mountain Sect will look after you now? I would very much like to know what gives your Precious Tree Residence the confidence to remain so arrogant!"
The man spoke with a sneer.
The steward's expression changed. At last, he understood why the other party dared to be so brazen.
Two years ago, the skies had changed over Green Mountain's Jade Lake Peak... The Precious Tree Residence had lost its greatest backer. But how had the other party learned of it?
"As for arrogance, how could we compare with your Three Capitals Sect? You come to our South River Province and actually dare compete with the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple for something."
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