"When that time comes..."
"Whether Lady Pei Zhihan can keep holding onto her position as Sect Master remains to be seen."
"Besides, this Primordial Sacred Land originally belonged to our Jianlan Sect. If you can't produce good disciples while occupying this sacred ground, don't waste Primordial sword ancestor's legacy."
Zichen sat atop the silver lion's head, his posture casual and lazy. The more he spoke, the smugger his smile became.
However, ever since returning from the Western Region six months ago, the way he looked at this elegant woman before him no longer carried greed. Instead, his gaze held a hint of amusement, as if he were watching a show and enjoying the chaos.
