The other people of the Demon Region did not care about this. "This kid is acting alone. Maybe he is afraid of the prestige of our Demon Region, which is why he has such an attitude. He is no different from those hypocritical and sanctimonious cultivators."
"Anyway, this kid doesn't have any background. Even if he dies in here, no one will know. Why don't we--"
Mei Qianmeng looked at the disciple from the Demon Region who spoke just now and said calmly, "Do you have the right to speak here?"
Her casual words made that disciple lower his head abruptly, and his face became extremely pale. It could be seen how much prestige and authority Mei Qianmeng had in this group of disciples.
Mei Qianmeng's gaze fell on Gu Xi, with a bit of probing and sizing him up. She recalled Gu Xi's strange behavior earlier. The bell on her wrist swayed gently, and her voice was even more enchanting, filled with indescribable magic power.
