The Cai Yi Female Cultivator's expression turned cold. She sat up, her red lips parting as if to say something more.
Just then, a dry, hoarse voice cut in, and an undeniable pressure quietly swept across the Sand Mountain. "Enough. Cease your squabbling. The mission comes first. Set aside your personal grievances and focus on the task at hand. Otherwise, do not blame this Master for being discourteous!"
The black-robed elder kept his eyes closed, but his Divine Sense swept over them like a steel blade. The Cai Yi Female Cultivator's expression changed drastically. She hung her head, not daring to utter another word.
Mo Zhaoli, by contrast, seemed far more composed. She had no intention of engaging in a war of words.
"Since everyone is here, we will depart now."
