Yan Guilai's Primordial Spirit and thoughts also felt the Dragon Head Cloud Ao's psychic assault.
He felt rather displeased, thinking this turtle had spurned the face he had given it.
Who in the provinces of the Northern Lands did not know that he, Yan Guilai, had never been an amiable man?
Today, out of consideration for their similar bloodlines, he had shown this spirit beast a little respect, and now the beast was throwing its weight around.
Yan Guilai still forced down his temper, cupping his hands with a calm, genial expression. "I was not the one who broke the rules. Someone else did. Our Formless Divine Sect had no choice but to follow."
Then he looked up at the sky, toward the two masses of golden light circling overhead. "The Two Books of Precepts and Laws are precious Divine Artifacts left from antiquity. Once they emerge, they will surely shake the state of the world. Our sect absolutely cannot allow these two books to fall into the hands of villains or evil demons."
He thought his expression was very friendly, but in fact, that bull-like face looked fierce even without an expression, and his voice was hard as a forging hammer.
"Such gall!" The Dragon Head Cloud Ao's draconic brows furrowed deeply, several whiskers trembling slightly. "You come uninvited, force your way into another's home, and still dare to act so aggressively? Hear me well! The rules my master set for his inheritance cannot be defied! All of you above fifth grade, leave the immortal palace!"
How was I being aggressive? Yan Guilai wondered.
But now he could no longer be bothered to pretend. He gripped the sword at his waist, his expression darkening. "And if I refuse?"
A cold smile immediately surfaced on the Dragon Head Cloud Ao's