Jisheng Hall's station.
Above the high building, ever since those few guards limped out, no one dared to enter and disturb Di Chen.
At this time, saying anything would be more wrong.
Everyone clearly understood that the best thing now was to say nothing and wait for the Hall Master to gradually calm down.
Di Chen sent away the letter, then smashed the table with a palm strike.
In a fit of anger, he took out several jars of fine wine from the Storage Ring.
One jar in one breath!
While drinking happily, he spoke up.
"Immortal Sect, just wait for the Domain Master's punishment."
"The Domain Master gave you face, and you really think you're something? If it weren't for the Vortex Map, you... you all would be dead."
