"So it's the Seventh Prince, with so many people in tow—do you intend to surround and assassinate us?" Xu Ping'an snorted coldly, his face still carrying a look of arrogance.
He was now an envoy from the Upper Realm; looking down on these Cultivators from the Lower Realm, even those of royal blood held no significance in his eyes.
Qin Jingjing and Huang Yue also wore faces full of pride, clearly sharing the same sentiment.
Jiang Feng didn't mind the expression on 'Bai Chen's' face and continued to speak with a smile, "Of course not, the envoy jests. Didn't I not know the envoy before? All of you, fall back now."
At Jiang Feng's command, all the Cultivators retreated.
