Busy admiring her craft, annoyance flashed across the face of the alien race lady as she was interrupted. She merely glanced at Xue Fu and uttered two words.
"Get lost."
Still, Xue Fu steeled himself and refused to leave.
He didn't care whether the Ancient Clan people lived or died but now that they were under the care of the Holy Lord of Shadows, it would cast doubt on the Holy Lord of Shadows's reputation if they died.
"Lady Bai Zhi, please have some mercy on us."
"You recognize me?" the alien race lady said as she raised her brows.
Xue Fu said, "I had the honor of meeting your grace many years ago in the Crimson League."
"Hm. To think that you dare interrupt my joy even when you know who I am? I see that Mo Yao hasn't been taking good care of this place, seeing as she is mixing with humans now. I'll help her out then." Murderous intent flashed across Bai Zhi's eyes.
Xue Fu's expression turned ugly.
