Only the sound of the wind whooshing and loose robes swaying could be heard. She could feel the bald man's mood. He looked at her, examining from top to bottom. Zhi Rui felt the bald man's confusion. He couldn't comprehend how a small level two disciple dared to talk that way to a venerable so calmly.
Zhi Rui looked at him from top to bottom, her eyes cold.
"My standing, as the head of the disciplinary Division was attained by my strength and achievements alone. It's an untold truth that it was given to me, not for the sake of rewarding, but for me to build it into a solid asset for the sect."
Zhi Rui descended to the ground. Standing five meters away from the tall bald man, She stared deeply in his eyes and spoke loudly
"That's not something an entitled clown like you can give or take at will!"
The five behind the bald man stared with wide eyes.
