"If you don't leave now, don't blame me for killing you!"
Li Cunxiao spoke in a deep voice, a trace of pressure emanating from him and startling the other cultivators into turning their heads, even the servants of Chufeng Pavilion.
Without changing his expression, Sang Liang raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes, and then he smiled, "It seems fate is not with the young benefactor and this old monk. Alas, I can only depart with regret."
Having said that, he turned and left, fearing that Li Cunxiao would take action, creating a stark contrast with his words that left Qin Jun both amused and exasperated.
The other cultivators hurriedly left, clearly frightened by Li Cunxiao, and soon, only the servants of Chufeng Pavilion and Qin Jun's group remained in the hall, making it even quieter.
"Your Majesty, that old monk just now was not simple."
