After speaking, Ji Ruxue turned around and motioned to the steward and several tributors, indicating that everyone should prepare to leave.
However, just as she took a step forward, Cheng Cang's unhurried voice sounded from behind her.
"Stop."
These two words carried a chilling coldness that made one's spine shiver.
Then, a powerful Celestial Realm aura suddenly enveloped everyone present.
Ji Ruxue's footsteps came to a halt.
Cheng Cang slowly stood up, standing with his hands behind his back.
That emaciated face bore a faint, icy smile.
Cheng Cang surveyed the crowd in the courtyard, his gaze finally resting on Ji Ruxue, his voice low yet each word seemed to emerge from a pit of ice.
"What do you think my Twin Immortal Sect is?"
The temperature in the courtyard... seemed to drop instantly.
"Come and go as you please?"
Cheng Cang's smile deepened, but there wasn't a trace of amusement in his eyes, "Miss Ji, you're treating my Twin Immortal Sect too disrespectfully."
