The pressure in the main building was low.
Everyone knew Zhao Yi was in a bad mood, and they were all cautious, not daring to make the slightest sound for fear of disturbing Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window, overlooking the entire Yao Family Town.
In the distance, the Cultivation Conference was in full swing.
When Zhao Yi looked over, two young cultivators from sects were dueling intensely on the stage, the sound of flying sword treasures clashing was endless, and cheers and applause reverberated around them.
However, the cheers gradually diminished.
The news of the fall of the Four Seas Commerce Association must have reached their ears by now.
Curses like "vicious," "ruthless," "ferocious," "lunatic," "demon" were carried by the hot monsoon to Zhao Yi's ears.
Zhao Yi laughed, his smile warmer than the summer sun.
"Pass the order! Kill those who curse me."
"As you command." Linglong replied respectfully.
