"So you're a disciple of the sect under Chen Tianjun. My apologies, I was quite rude."
"I wonder where Chen Tianjun is now. The Nine Heavens Star Formation he set up in Yunshan is very similar to the grand formation of the sect of an old friend of mine. This matter concerns my friend's inheritance, and I was a bit presumptuous. I beg your pardon, young friend."
Li Yuan regained his composure and spoke.
"Can't understand my words?"
"I don't care what your intentions are."
"My message is simple—leave."
Mo Qingrou slightly parted her pink lips and spoke indifferently.
"Presumptuous!"
Li Yuan's disciples all turned pale.
"I still ask Mr. Mo to inform where Chen Tianjun is currently located. As for other matters, I will discuss them with Chen Tianjun in due course."
Li Yuan's expression remained calm, appearing dignified.
"Hmph!"
Mo Qingrou snorted coldly.
Her slender jade hand wielded the ancient sword, slicing through the air in a semicircle, and once again slashed down.
