"Who gave you the courage to speak like this in front of me?"
"Pfft—" The servant disciple spat out fresh blood from his mouth, the whole person uncontrollably knelt and lay on the ground. How could his meager cultivation withstand Qianyan's suppression with some Spiritual Power.
His face showed horror as he finally remembered that Qianyan was a strong practitioner at the Middle Stage of Concentrating God.
He had thought Qianyan would respond as before, faintly acknowledging with a nod, casually tossing him a Spirit Stone as a runner fee and then heading to the Cloud Climbing Peak to see the two elders.
Who would have thought that today would be different?
"Get out."
Qianyan spoke again, causing the blood inside the servant disciple's body to surge uncontrollably, as if it might explode at any moment.
