His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his long, sharp phoenix eyes were churning with a kind of "I want to kill someone right now, don't mess with me" kind of rage. His gaze swept over the few frozen Tianyan Sect disciples as if scraping bones with a knife.
"What's all the noise about?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura, as if it had just been pulled from an ice hole, making one's scalp tingle: "Are you two bored out of your minds? Looking for a beating?"
"Junior, Junior Uncle..." The disciple whose arm had been dislocated was pale with pain, cold sweat pouring down his face, but he gritted his teeth and dared not utter another sound. Together with the others, he bowed respectfully and tremblingly toward the door.
Yan Qiubai.
The newly appointed Living Yama of the Enforcement Hall of the Tianyan Sect, the youngest junior brother of True Person Lingxiao, with the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, is enough to roam freely in a place like Liuyunchuan.
This guy has been in a bad mood lately, but the specific reason is unknown. All we know is that he's been looking down on everyone lately, his mood is so low it could freeze you to death, and he'll punish anyone who makes a mistake.
Yan Qiubai didn't even look at those quail-like disciples. He waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies: "Get lost and keep howling. You're giving me a headache."
"Yes, yes..."
The disciples felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet and helped up their companions, who were screaming in pain but dared not make a sound. They then scurried away faster than rabbits, afraid that if they hesitated even a moment, this living ancestor would change his mind.
Once the trouble was over, Yan Qiubai turned his attention to Shen Zhaozhao, who had been trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible and wishing she could run away immediately.
"you……"
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