The man was Liang Breath, the young apprentice of Ren Kong, the newly appointed Pacification Envoy of Mozhou Road. Like Liu Shuang, he too had gathered a group of Entering Cultivators around him.
"Liang Breath, where do you think I should stand? By your side, running your errands? What can you do besides hide behind your master's authority?" Feng Miao's lineage was different from Ren Kong's. Plus, now that she was cultivating on her own, she had no reason to fear Liang Breath's warning.
"Traitor!" someone beside Liang Breath snapped.
"Who the hell are you to be spouting such nonsense?" Feng Miao shot back. As an orthodox successor of the True Yang Sect, she had the confidence to speak this way.
