Shao Xingyu looked at Xu Zimei and yelled, "Xu Zimei, calm down."
"I'm very calm," Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
"The Misty Sect is an affiliate of our True Martial Holy Sect. If you kill their Saint Heir, it will damage the relationship between the two sects," Shao Xingyu hastily said.
"What's the use of maintaining a relationship with a second-rate sect?" Xu Zimei laughed and said, "You really have none of the grandeur that a disciple from a great sect should have."
Zhang He, on the side, had already been scared pale and now only thought of escaping, but Xu Zimei's gaze stayed on him, restraining him from making any rash moves.
"Don't think about running away. If you think you can escape under my level six formation, then by all means, try," Xu Zimei said, looking at him.
"Young Master Xu, that's not what I mean. I absolutely had no intention of provoking you," Zhang He quickly shook his head and said.
