With the sound of his voice, a black sedan chair floated over from out of nowhere.
This eerie sight made Feng Chaochou and the others glance sideways.
Zuo Yuqi's face turned extremely grim.
Wangui Sect was not something he could afford to provoke.
Moreover, given the manner of this person's arrival, he was certainly no ordinary individual.
As the sedan chair touched down, the young master of the Wangui Sect stepped out, surveyed everyone present with a look of scornful amusement at the corners of his mouth.
"This Jiaolong is mine. Everyone else, get lost!"
Upon seeing this man, Zuo Yuqi's scalp tingled, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Even the Wangui Sect should respect the order of arrival, shouldn't they?"
No sooner had he spoken than Mu Qi scoffed coldly, "Are you saying that you refuse to accept this?"
Zuo Yuqi dared not speak any longer.
