Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. It came from a man in his early forties who was standing at the front of the Qingsha Sect platform. His eyebrows were sharp and made him look perpetually angry. He had a receding hairline that couldn't be hidden by the teal cap he wore, a slight beer belly, and a face that would immediately be recognized as the villain in dramas. The more Wang Jingyuan looked at him, the more she didn't like him.
"He must be the chief of Qingsha Sect." Mo Xian leaned over and said quietly to Wang Jingyuan. "Can you senior brother defeat a chief?"
Wang Jingyuan's brows knitted together as she frowned. "I don't know," she said. "If Qingsha pupils are any indication of their mentor's skills, this chief of Qingsha Sect shouldn't be too hard to defeat. But my senior brother had already fought so many people in a row; he's bound to be tired."
