Ling Zhuyun glanced lightly at Fairy Miaoyin, ignoring her. She turned to the pot-bellied man in brocade robes and said, "If you want to avenge your junior brother, feel free to come find me. But if your skills are lacking and you die by my hand, you'll have no one to blame but yourself."
"The Jasper Pool Sect really fancies itself a righteous sect, sweeping away all the injustices of the world..."
The man in brocade robes' gaze was cold, and a powerful aura surged around him. A sinister black energy even materialized between his fingers. He was about to strike, but when he remembered the occasion, he forced himself to hold back.
There would be other opportunities for revenge, but to make a move on this occasion was tantamount to a slap in Jiang Lan's face, thereby offending him.
Ling Zhuyun was completely unsurprised. Ignoring him, she led the female disciples of the Jasper Pool Sect behind her to a spot and sat down.
