"Oh, so even if we die because of this, we should burn incense and thank you for giving us this chance to die?" Su Luo began to think that this girl had a problem with her brain.
"Of course, my grandfather is from Purgatory City... Humph, you mortals!" The purple-clothed girl pointed her slender fingers at Su Luo and the others one by one, "Let me go! Otherwise, you will all die!"
"Who is your grandfather?" Zi Yan asked curiously.
"You are not qualified to know who my grandfather is. I'm afraid that if I tell you, you will be scared to death." The purple-clothed girl was proud and arrogant, with a very domineering attitude.
"Oh, then you must tell us, let us experience what it feels like to be scared to death." Beichen Ying winked, making Su Luo almost laugh.
"You—humph, since you want to know, then I'll tell you, my grandfather is the manager of Wuyou Pavilion!" The purple-clothed girl sneered, "Can you let me go now?"
A very strange expression appeared on Zi Yan's face. She smiled at the purple-clothed girl and said, "You, really, don't know me?"
The purple-clothed girl glared at Zi Yan coldly and snorted disdainfully, "Are you famous? Why should I get to know you? How could I possibly get to know a mortal like you out there?"
The disciple of the dignified Lord of Purgatory City is depressed.
Zi Yan turned around silently, looked at Su Luo silently, and muttered silently: "Am I being... despised?"
"You're not the only one who's despised. I'm even more despised." Su Luo touched her chin speechlessly, then poked Zi Yan's arm: "By the way, what is Wuyou Pavilion?"
"Wuyou Pavilion..." Zi Yan endured it several times and did not speak.
Unexpectedly, the purple-robed girl burst into laughter, pointed at Su Luo, and said disdainfully, "How could you, outsiders, possibly know the distribution of power within Purgatory City? Let me tell you, mortals! Wuyou Pavilion is the residence of Wuyou Fairy!"
"Who is Fairy Wuyou?" Su Luo looked confused.
She remembered that Zi Yan had previously informed everyone on the spaceship about the distribution of forces within Purgatory City, but she did not mention the so-called Wuyou Pavilion. However, seeing the purple-clothed girl looking down on them so solemnly, Su Luo felt that this Wuyou Pavilion and the Wuyou Fairy must be very powerful.
"I haven't even heard of Fairy Wuyou, so you mortals are ignorant!" The purple-clothed girl's disdain deepened. "Let me tell you, Fairy Wuyou is the Third Elder's closed disciple, second only to Saint Lady Ziyan!"
"cough!"
"puff!"
"ha!"
For a moment, everyone burst out laughing in unison.
"Saint Zi Yan?" Su Luo glanced at Zi Yan playfully. When Zi Yan was almost going crazy, she smiled and cast her gaze on the purple-clothed girl. "Who is this Saint Zi Yan? Do you know her?"
The purple-robed girl despised Su Luo even more. She looked at him with contempt and sneered, "Saint Zi Yan doesn't even know. You mortals, coming to Purgatory City is courting death, isn't it? This person is the City Lord's personal disciple, of a lofty and transcendent status. How could I possibly know him?"
"Oh, so you don't know him." Su Luo cleared her throat and wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it back.
"Hmph." The purple-robed girl snorted coldly. She hadn't yet passed the outer courtyard assessment to enter the inner courtyard, so naturally she didn't know those high-ranking figures.
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