A Nascent Soul female cultivator came over. Su Yuanyuan glanced at her, was her bone age five hundred years old already? Such an old monster, right?
Looking at Tian Yan with schadenfreude. Serves you right for looking for entertainment.
"Senior, I am Wu Jing, greatly honored to meet you today."
Tian Yan remained silent, not even looking at her. In his heart, he thought this fake Nascent Soul, propped up by elixirs, is nothing compared to Su Yuanyuan.
"Senior, this is a special product from our Wu Family. Please accept it."
"You may step back."
Though it's unnecessary, maintaining this bit of face is still needed. After all, this Nascent Soul cultivator has a significant role in the Wu Family.
Wu Jing felt deeply embarrassed. Spoiled as she was, her face clouded instantly.
Wu Family Master was terrified. Although only around twenty people came, it's impossible they'd send over any cowardly weaklings. The Wu Family really can't afford to offend the Xuantian Sect now.
