Amaya frowned and was about to retort when Nero stepped up, "And what will happen if we don't cut the crap?"
"Do you want to bet with me?" Senior brother Gan beamed a confident yet cold smile as if he was already seeing this group as nothing but slabs of meat. "With your measly cultivation, what right do you have to even talk with me?"
Amaya scoffed, "It's not like you're any better. With just your Grand Cultivation Realm you think you can dictate the rules the way you feel like, what a joke."
These words made the other sect members want to directly charge in on Amaya and give her a beating, but senior brother Gan stopped them again, a smile played on his lips. "You're a bold one… I like that. But I don't like my toys talking back to me, so I'll have to teach you a few manners."
Amaya knit her brows. She was just about to speak when…
"You lot sure do talk a lot," This was Gyeong; he finally couldn't stand hearing these sect disciples talk.
