Ba Xian's face was somewhat unsightly, but he also knew that this request was indeed a bit excessive.
The fact that these people could come was enough to give face to their Ba Clan, but asking them to go and welcome them was a bit unreasonable.
Thinking of this, Ba Xian took a deep breath before saying, "Fellow cultivator, some of the fellow cultivators present have come from afar and are weary, so let's not ask them to go and welcome anyone; I will represent them."
Initially, Ba Xian thought that he had set the context up to this point, certainly the other party would give some face.
Who would have thought that the servant wouldn't even care, he sneered coldly and pointed out those who refused to go meet them, saying, "You group of ant-like figures, going to welcome my master is a matter of course, and yet you aren't willing? Do you all want to die?"
His eyes carried killing intent, very disrespectful.
"Impudent, you being a mere servant, dare to speak to us like this?"
